to live here now
lying down
living as one of the bloodless
having
Lately, I've seen red, I've tasted blood
I've killed with words,
He looked late 30's maybe mid 30's
Tall maybe 6 feet,
A narrative framework
Another break with illusion
A cognitive fallacy
Imaginary
Faces on the walls
Invisible faces on the walls
Faces of criminals
Faces
I Wish I had a story to tell
I Wish I
I don't know what it is
That is or isn't inside
Look at all my socks
Oh, so many, many socks
I can't
one day
what if one day?
what if I say?
I wish I
If most of us were wind up-toys
Could we trust the