#FreeVerse
You may “have” sex— but those round sink—holes beneath the off—ramps, scabbed with whatever
The very flatness of portraits makes for nostalgia in the connoisseur. Here’s the latest
With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—
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
“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter.
A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *
A girl is running. Don’t tell me “She’s running for her bus.” All that aside!
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 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...
Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It’s not that we want to survive, it’s that we’ve been drugged
What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…
The jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view
You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,