,,,,,:-;^@ @^;-:,,,,,
,,,,:-;^@£ £@^;-:,,,,
,,,:-;^@£@ @£@^;-:,,,
,,:-;^@£@# #@£@^;-:,,
,:-;^@£@## ##@£@^;-:,
,,:-;^@£@# #@£@^;-:,,
,,,:-;^@£@ 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. @£@^;-:,,,
,,:-;^@£@# #@£@^;-:,,
,:-;^@£@## ##@£@^;-:,
,,:-;^@£@# #@£@^;-:,,
,,,:-;^@£@ @£@^;-:,,,
,,,,:-;^@£ £@^;-:,,,,