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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). #¨#¨##¨¨#¨
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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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