you give yourself away, i guess  –  i mean when you’re unable to create, in part (probably), because you’re projecting a room full of women that each have their own appearance and identity.  That takes a lot of energy.  So there i was, projecting my future into an uncertain future, and, as such, into […]

     i moved directly into a four count when reading off my codewords.  are you trying to type with my voice?  “Yes, as best I can—with both of our voices, although mine is suppressed by the consonants—making room for another version of me to come in.”  then I thought, “what is trans-queer?  if I’m a

     My daughter was on the line again: hi, Dad; she was so excited.  She knew I was there as soon as I cracked a can of seltzer water, before I’d even had a chance to tell Ursula that I was on the line.  I was angry now with Hakeem Jeffries (i think i spelled

10      thinking of some Denmark woman that wrote a Denmark book in which an elder woman is hired to go through someone’s estate and they find out that they are their daughter—or something like that; anyhow, that was the thought that entered my mind.  I wondered, then: do I have a daughter ahead of

     what are you going to do with that?  “I’m going to publish it.”  Incidentally, i knew that Ursula would fiercely defend her boyfriend if she felt the need to do so.  So she might have been thinking about him when she was thinking of this book.  I felt the need to say, then, that

     it’s so exciting to be in love, to feel that you might, in fact, be the person that you’ve been dreaming of, and everything that went wrong in the past is time out of mind—or, if not, then vengeance is close at hand.  the vengeance part was a joke—i was beginning to catch on

     Here I was, listening in, and me said: “Sorry, the text auto-changed your name.”  was me giving me something to say to Ursula—was he saying it for me, to the 5D Ursula?  Was he speaking through me to Ursula?  I couldn’t help but wonder, then, did Neanderthals ever exist?  Was everything in the universe

     you can turn the light off in the kitchen  it will save power; well, i saw some images that might’ve been harmful if i wrote about them, so I inferred that Ursula wanted to talk about something private.  something that wouldn’t go in this book as is.  Now, since I had specifically addressed Ursula

     yeah, you’re writing is really out there, but i don’t see the harm in it  i tuned my scotch uncle in for a moment or two earlier in the day—I was trying to find a relationship between the density of prime numbers and potential energy or phase accumulation, for example.  why do you do

     I’d touched base with my scotch uncle yesterday while studying my math and I’d been impeached from writing this book as, when I tuned in to Ursula, I couldn’t think of anything but the math—i believe this was the direct consequence of Ursula stating that she loved the math person, the person that I