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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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