,,,:»^†$§@ @§$†^»:,,,
,,,,:»^†$§ §$†^»:,,,,
,,,,,:»^†$ $†^»:,,,,,
,,,,:»^†$§ §$†^»:,,,,
,,,:»^†$§@ @§$†^»:,,,
,,:»^†$§@# a dystopian mc donalds toilet steals my #@§$†^»:,,
,:»^†$§@## agency. too much agency already in this ##@§$†^»:,
,,:»^†$§@# room. saturated. i can only do what it #@§$†^»:,,
,,,:»^†$§@ wants in the way it wants. @§$†^»:,,,
,,,,:»^†$§ §$†^»:,,,,
,,,,,:»^†$ » ^ » » ^ » » ^ » $†^»:,,,,,
,,,,:»^†$§ §$†^»:,,,,
,,,:»^†$§@ but: in a miracolous fraction of a @§$†^»:,,,
,,:»^†$§@# second, its true thoughts slip through #@§$†^»:,,
,:»^†$§@## to me, previously unheard even by its ##@§$†^»:,
,,:»^†$§@# builders (the room was thought to be #@§$†^»:,,
,,,:»^†$§@ without consciousness). @§$†^»:,,,
,,,,:»^†$§ §$†^»:,,,,
,,,,,:»^†$ the room thinks about creatures lying $†^»:,,,,,
,,,,:»^†$§ down, going off to sleep, making §$†^»:,,,,
,,,:»^†$§@ themselves comfortable first... is this @§$†^»:,,,
,,:»^†$§@# only optimizing a resting position for #@§$†^»:,,
,:»^†$§@## the body? or is there another will ##@§$†^»:,
,,:»^†$§@# involved? #@§$†^»:,,
,,,:»^†$§@ @§$†^»:,,,
,,,,:»^†$§ a dark listening taking place, §$†^»:,,,,
,,,,,:»^†$ a silent concert. $†^»:,,,,,
,,,,:»^†$§ §$†^»:,,,,
,,,:»^†$§@ is there another desire injected at @§$†^»:,,,
,,:»^†$§@# hypnagogia? something from the other #@§$†^»:,,
,:»^†$§@## side, guiding them, ##@§$†^»:,
,,:»^†$§@# arranging their bodies. #@§$†^»:,,
,,,:»^†$§@ @§$†^»:,,,
,,,,:»^†$§ §$†^»:,,,,
,,,,,:»^†$ $†^»:,,,,,
,,,,:»^†$§ §$†^»:,,,,
,,,:»^†$§@ @§$†^»:,,,