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##@§&§=~:¨ 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 ¨¨¨¨¨¨:~=§
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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 ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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§=~:¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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