,,,-:$$#@# #@#$$:-,,,
,,-:$$#@## ##@#$$:-,,
,,,-:$$#@# #@#$$:-,,,
,,,,-:$$#@ @#$$:-,,,,
,,,,,-:$$# #$$:-,,,,,
,,,,-:$$#@ a dystopian mc donalds toilet steals my @#$$:-,,,,
,,,-:$$#@# agency. too much agency already in this #@#$$:-,,,
,,-:$$#@## room. saturated. i can only do what it ##@#$$:-,,
,,,-:$$#@# wants in the way it wants. #@#$$:-,,,
,,,,-:$$#@ @#$$:-,,,,
,,,,,-:$$# - : - - : - - : - #$$:-,,,,,
,,,,-:$$#@ @#$$:-,,,,
,,,-:$$#@# but: in a miracolous fraction of a #@#$$:-,,,
,,-:$$#@## second, its true thoughts slip through ##@#$$:-,,
,,,-:$$#@# to me, previously unheard even by its #@#$$:-,,,
,,,,-:$$#@ builders (the room was thought to be @#$$:-,,,,
,,,,,-:$$# without consciousness). #$$:-,,,,,
,,,,-:$$#@ @#$$:-,,,,
,,,-:$$#@# the room thinks about creatures lying #@#$$:-,,,
,,-:$$#@## down, going off to sleep, making ##@#$$:-,,
,,,-:$$#@# themselves comfortable first... is this #@#$$:-,,,
,,,,-:$$#@ only optimizing a resting position for @#$$:-,,,,
,,,,,-:$$# the body? or is there another will #$$:-,,,,,
,,,,-:$$#@ involved? @#$$:-,,,,
,,,-:$$#@# #@#$$:-,,,
,,-:$$#@## a dark listening taking place, ##@#$$:-,,
,,,-:$$#@# a silent concert. #@#$$:-,,,
,,,,-:$$#@ @#$$:-,,,,
,,,,,-:$$# is there another desire injected at #$$:-,,,,,
,,,,-:$$#@ hypnagogia? something from the other @#$$:-,,,,
,,,-:$$#@# side, guiding them, #@#$$:-,,,
,,-:$$#@## arranging their bodies. ##@#$$:-,,
,,,-:$$#@# #@#$$:-,,,
,,,,-:$$#@ @#$$:-,,,,
,,,,,-:$$# #$$:-,,,,,
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,,,-:$$#@# #@#$$:-,,,