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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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