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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. &¨&¨&¨&¨¨&
¨&¨&¨&¨¨&¨ &¨&¨&¨&¨&&
¨&¨&¨&¨&&¨ 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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