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“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.
We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the
The jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view
Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It’s not that we want to survive, it’s that we’ve been drugged
A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *
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
Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.
With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—
If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response
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...
You may “have” sex— but those round sink—holes beneath the off—ramps, scabbed with whatever
A girl is running. Don’t tell me “She’s running for her bus.” All that aside!
The doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.
Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”