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¨¨¨¨¨^~†*$ $*†~^¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨^~†*$# #$*†~^¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨^~†*$#@ now, usually i feel good (maybe?), but @#$*†~^¨¨¨
¨¨^~†*$#@# this time of confusion also leads to #@#$*†~^¨¨
¨^~†*$#@## all analyzes ending in "useless" - i ##@#$*†~^¨
¨¨^~†*$#@# was being bothered by something in a #@#$*†~^¨¨
¨¨¨^~†*$#@ song or movie or book, so i think, how @#$*†~^¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨^~†*$# would i have done it, what is the #$*†~^¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨^~†*$ purpose of this process, what does it $*†~^¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨^~†* consist of...? and through the process *†~^¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨^~† more and more pieces falls off until †~^¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨^~†* i'm standing there with nothing. *†~^¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨^~†*$ $*†~^¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨^~†*$# reductionist hell - #$*†~^¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨^~†*$#@ i wan't a bottom floor, a concept @#$*†~^¨¨¨
¨¨^~†*$#@# bedrock, but the deeper i go the more #@#$*†~^¨¨
¨^~†*$#@## abstract they are, the things, until ##@#$*†~^¨
¨¨^~†*$#@# they cease to be things at all #@#$*†~^¨¨
¨¨¨^~†*$#@ @#$*†~^¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨^~†*$# are we just stacked triangles? there is #$*†~^¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨^~†*$ nothing i can do with triangles. they $*†~^¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨^~†* can not shelter me in any meaningful *†~^¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨^~† sense. †~^¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨^~†* *†~^¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨^~†*$ and when i can't even anchor myself, $*†~^¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨^~†*$# when i am nothing but the question, it #$*†~^¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨^~†*$#@ feels like it can all slip through my @#$*†~^¨¨¨
¨¨^~†*$#@# fingers... "whoops", and nothing ever #@#$*†~^¨¨
¨^~†*$#@## was after that. ##@#$*†~^¨
¨¨^~†*$#@# #@#$*†~^¨¨
¨¨¨^~†*$#@ @#$*†~^¨¨¨
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