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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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