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.~«;^@#@@# #@@#@^;«~.
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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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