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

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

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

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

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

We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the

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

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

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

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

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?”