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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. ¨¨~:*§#@##
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##@#§*:~¨¨ 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 ¨¨~:*§#@##
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