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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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