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##@@%*«-¨¨ 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 ¨¨¨-«*%@@#
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#@@%*«-¨¨¨ 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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#@@%*«-¨¨¨ 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 ¨¨-«*%@@##
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