,,,^~/†*&£ £&*†/~^,,,
,,^~/†*&£@ @£&*†/~^,,
,^~/†*&£@# #@£&*†/~^,
,,^~/†*&£@ @£&*†/~^,,
,,,^~/†*&£ £&*†/~^,,,
,,,,^~/†*& 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. @£&*†/~^,,
,^~/†*&£@# #@£&*†/~^,
,,^~/†*&£@ @£&*†/~^,,
,,,^~/†*&£ £&*†/~^,,,
,,,,^~/†*& &*†/~^,,,,
,,,^~/†*&£ £&*†/~^,,,