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

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

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…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as

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

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