i saw Alex talking to someone about what’s going on on social media (threads) and if the video was up to date, which it probably was, then i must’ve been seeing things when i thought she needed to lose weight unless she’d lost weight recently.  That would explain, then, why she was upset with […]

     Who did i want to talk to now?  What happened to McCord?  Actually, nothing happened to McCord, which is why we aren’t talking about him.  Sure—he expressed his love for me by taking on the form of Eva Braun, but i don’t think he liked it, and, basically, although i wasn’t losing interest in

     “So you’re here to stay?” and “i don’t know what you think you can do to me.”  i think i was here to stay, but i couldn’t be sure—since, as it happens, i’d only been running full steam ahead for a couple years.  Before that I couldn’t do much of anything.  i got way

     “i want to start over:”  that sounded like it came from AOC—but my internal narrator was starting to sound a little more like my natural voice—so i considered the possibility that Anna was talking to me through my shield (which, in general, was the projection of my natural voice) and i considered the possibility

7      We exist in a headspace—and, within that headspace, there are subspaces where we also live—but the subspaces are only real when they are a function of our headspace.  For example:  i live in a headspace with AOC—and Anna, for me, is not necessarily a function of that headspace, and, therefore, she is not

      i told you   and she was right; we might’ve proved better off as friends (with a little more space between us) since i found myself leaning, more and more, to AOC (as opposed to Anna).  “That’s the spirit,” Anna said.      Right now we were communing with our bellies full of water—the three of

     how is that?  “what?”  you’ve no chance of meeting a celebrity—why do you think you’ll meet me?  i’m virtually a celebrity.  “I don’t think that.”  Glad you’re out of reach, honestly.  my papers will never be read; i have to jump through too many hoops.  That was intoned for Anna.      Mr. Speaker: greetings. 

     Crushed—okay, maybe just cut down a size, but I plan to make it up to you.  That was mostly my internal narrator—who i won’t necessarily italicize or quote since that voice runs on autopilot—perhaps controlled by outside forces or even just one person but done in such a way that i can’t tell the

     i just always sent her pictures of my paintings.  that was my response to Anna Karenina when I told her I was also talking to a math person, who happened to be from the future.  Did Anna Karenina have any reason to be jealous?  Technically, I was asexual, so i could have partnered with

     The path to asylum, and a drug free community, is inadequate.  If you want tan skin, then let the Latine do their thing—and, in so doing, raise a happy family.  If, then, we should intermarry (which is inevitable) we shan’t need to go to the tanning bed anymore, right?       Anna did not appear