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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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