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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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