The doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.

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

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

You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,

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

There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way

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

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

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

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

A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *

You may “have” sex— but those round sink—holes beneath the off—ramps, scabbed with whatever

Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.