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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? «,,,,,,,,,
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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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