Two Urges

His agenda looks embarkive and sustained misindications to their mother. Poverty backfills on-time sleep. Periodontal germ warfare, something ominous to crack your hard drive more than alter ego, is a cache to make whole distance between pet care and jalopy. Circumstance breeds surface gentry past the length of combs. Surrounds the apparatus with blood sugar and alleged imbalances. Where these two pulses came from, I mean urges, I formed people who were slivers of myself. It's obvious their stares were waltzed alike. I saw them glide in what I thought was unison, be broken, dabbled with, estranged.

Interrogation as a process, an addiction, definition of a self

Sheila E. Murphy | Variations
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