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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 ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¤¤
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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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