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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’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,
The doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.
Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”
Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have
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…
There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way
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.
The very flatness of portraits makes for nostalgia in the connoisseur. Here’s the latest
The idea that they were reenacting something which had been staged in the first place bothered her. If she wanted to go on, she’d need to ignore this limp chronology. She assumed he was...
Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It’s not that we want to survive, it’s that we’ve been drugged
A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far
We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the
A girl is running. Don’t tell me “She’s running for her bus.” All that aside!