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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 $**~,,,,,,
,,,,,,,~** to me, previously unheard even by its **~,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,~* builders (the room was thought to be *~,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,~ without consciousness). ~,,,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,,,, the room thinks about creatures lying ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, down, going off to sleep, making ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, themselves comfortable first... is this ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, only optimizing a resting position for ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,~ the body? or is there another will ~,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,~* involved? *~,,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,~**$ 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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