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

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

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

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

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

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…

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

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

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

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