Attention

Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?” Song: “I’m not a baby. Wa, Wa, Wa. I’m not a baby. Wa, Wa, Wa. I’m crazy like you.” The “you” in the heart of molecule and ridicule. Marks resembling the holes in dead leaves define the thing (moth wing). That flutter of indifference, feigned? But if lapses are the dens strategy aims to conceal, then you don’t know what you’re asking.