,,,~/*%£#@ @#£%*/~,,,
,,~/*%£#@# #@#£%*/~,,
,,,~/*%£#@ @#£%*/~,,,
,,,,~/*%£# #£%*/~,,,,
,,,,,~/*%£ £%*/~,,,,,
,,,,,,~/*% 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. #£%*/~,,,,
,,,,,~/*%£ £%*/~,,,,,
,,,,,,~/*% %*/~,,,,,,
,,,,,,,~/* */~,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,~/ /~,,,,,,,,
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