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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 ^~^,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,,,^ are we just stacked triangles? there is ^,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, nothing i can do with triangles. they ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, can not shelter me in any meaningful ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, sense. ,,,,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,,,, 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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