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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 §¨§¨¨§¨§§¨
§¨§¨§¨§¨§§ WAS AFTER THAT. §¨§¨§§¨¨§¨
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