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¶¤¤\,,,¨¨¨ 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 ¨,«\§¤§¶##
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¶§§§¤§\«,¨ 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 ¨,«\§¤§¶¶#
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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 ¨¨¨¨,«\§§§
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