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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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