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¶§§*^=^,,, 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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