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

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

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

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

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…

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

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

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