As people enter a room, their mind takes it in, their assignment, and the roles they’re meant to play, it’s auto-assigned, according to their personalities, the characters they’re most suited to being, some people already have their credentials, they’re on the roster, anyways, as people take from the pool, availability, for the spirit that enters your cup, and the person you could be, becomes less and less, a room only requires so many jobs, to play out all the stories it can, according to sequence, limited by scale and priority, to be the dude fucking your wife, that's who I want to be…

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