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¨¨-=†^§§@# 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. ##@§§^†=-¨
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¨-=†^§§@## 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. ##@§§^†=-¨
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¨-=†^§§@## is there another desire injected at ##@§§^†=-¨
¨¨-=†^§§@# hypnagogia? something from the other #@§§^†=-¨¨
¨-=†^§§@## side, guiding them, ##@§§^†=-¨
¨¨-=†^§§@# arranging their bodies. #@§§^†=-¨¨
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