,,«^^%#### ####%^^«,,
,,,,,«^%## ##%^«,,,,,
,,,««^^%%# #%%^^««,,,
,,,,,,,«^# #^«,,,,,,,
,,,,,,««^# #^««,,,,,,
,,,««^%%%# 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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