the twinkle in your mother’s eyes alerts god.  my thoughts are abused.  our fathers live separately.  will we live, also, alone?  surely.  to any inquiry, I am checking for survivors.  it’s a premature periphery, but a baby just floated by in an incubator.  the townspeople look like candles on the water.  chase is a kind of following.  the upper body of the minotaur lost everything.