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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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