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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 #@@$=^-~,,
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,,,,~-^=$@ 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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