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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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