It’s as if we’ve just been turned… in order to learn that the beetle we’ve caught and are now devouring is our elder brother

With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—

So these are the hills of home. H… nearly subliminal. To see them is… double, hear bad puns delivered wi… An untoward familiarity. Rising from my sleep, the road is…

Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”

A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far

The jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view

spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!

Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have

If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response

“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.

We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the

What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…