Everything is software to me. The nostalgia for potential tenses as I push forward, and you receive again, sparking petals and latent aurae. I do deliberately with your language as I wish. Showing beneath a thin bed of debit cards your children’s voices to them, amazed such serration aggregates this way, like your purple-striped dress from the dark ages garnering royalty could lock cobalt, tawdry across my face. Or maybe more like Kokoschka? It’s likely Dahmer could only experience gratification when the Gaze was turned away, or snuffed out, and this the gratification you and I would feel in intimacy. This method precludes intimacy. We will have to banish the word “test”.