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,,¤¤,¤,¤,¤ THIS TIME OF CONFUSION ALSO LEADS TO ¤,¤,,,,¤¤,
,,¤,¤¤¤¤¤¤ ALL ANALYZES ENDING IN "USELESS" - I ¤¤¤¤,,,¤,¤
¤,¤¤¤,,,,, WAS BEING BOTHERED BY SOMETHING IN A ,,,,¤,,¤¤¤
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¤,¤¤,,¤¤,¤ I'M STANDING THERE WITH NOTHING. ¤,¤,,,¤¤,,
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,¤,,,¤,,,¤ ABSTRACT THEY ARE, THE THINGS, UNTIL ,¤,¤,¤,¤¤,
,¤¤,,¤¤,,¤ THEY CEASE TO BE THINGS AT ALL ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤,¤
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,,¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ ARE WE JUST STACKED TRIANGLES? THERE IS ,,,,,,,,¤,
,,¤,,,,,,, NOTHING I CAN DO WITH TRIANGLES. THEY ¤,,,,,,,¤¤
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¤¤,¤,¤¤,¤, FEELS LIKE IT CAN ALL SLIP THROUGH MY ¤,¤,,¤¤,¤¤
,,¤¤¤¤,¤¤¤ FINGERS... "WHOOPS", AND NOTHING EVER ,¤¤¤,¤,¤¤,
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