#FreeVerse
Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It’s not that we want to survive, it’s that we’ve been drugged
What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…
Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.
The jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view
A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *
A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far
You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,
A girl is running. Don’t tell me “She’s running for her bus.” All that aside!
spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!
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…
The very flatness of portraits makes for nostalgia in the connoisseur. Here’s the latest
There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way
“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.
If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response
Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as
