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Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It’s not that we want to survive, it’s that we’ve been drugged
A girl is running. Don’t tell me “She’s running for her bus.” All that aside!
With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—
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.
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter.
The doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.
spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!
You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,
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
“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
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 jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view