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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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