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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
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.
A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far
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.
The very flatness of portraits makes for nostalgia in the connoisseur. Here’s the latest
Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It’s not that we want to survive, it’s that we’ve been drugged
The jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view
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...
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter.
You may “have” sex— but those round sink—holes beneath the off—ramps, scabbed with whatever
You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,
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…