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

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…

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

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. *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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