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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 ,,,,,,,,,=
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#@&%%†=,,, second, its true thoughts slip through ,,,=†%%&@#
##@&%%†=,, to me, previously unheard even by its ,,=†%%&@##
#@&%%†=,,, builders (the room was thought to be ,,,=†%%&@#
@&%%†=,,,, without consciousness). ,,,,=†%%&@
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%%†=,,,,,, 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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