#FreeVerse
spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!
“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.
The doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.
We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the
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
Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as
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
There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way
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—
You may “have” sex— but those round sink—holes beneath the off—ramps, scabbed with whatever
Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have
What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…