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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

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…

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.