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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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…

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