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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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¶&@*«~,,,, ,,,,~«*@&¶
#¶&@*«~,,, ,,,~«*@&¶#
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