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A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far
spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!
We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the
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.
Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.
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
With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter.
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…
Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It’s not that we want to survive, it’s that we’ve been drugged
If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response
A girl is running. Don’t tell me “She’s running for her bus.” All that aside!
The very flatness of portraits makes for nostalgia in the connoisseur. Here’s the latest
Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”