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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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