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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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