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

Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as

You may “have” sex— but those round sink—holes beneath the off—ramps, scabbed with whatever

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…

spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!

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

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

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

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—