I am apprised, perhaps through some feeble desire to impress, that this is the castle of the ruler of this country. It is ringed without by these beings of shocking size and attire, for whom the plebes are compelled to line up and pay tribute by family. They are utterly silent in their documentation. 

The man who is not my mother will rue the day Bunny and I were made to share a cell when he reaches even half this size.

I am apprised, perhaps through some feeble desire to impress, that this is the castle of the ruler of this country. It is ringed without by these beings of shocking size and attire, for whom the plebes are compelled to line up and pay tribute by family. They are utterly silent in their documentation.

The man who is not my mother will rue the day Bunny and I were made to share a cell when he reaches even half this size.

The man who is not my mother leaves inadvertent crumbs as regards the nature of this place. These mats, the mainstay of fruits and vegetables, the dark cell, isolation and glacial breakdown of my resistance, they add up to something, but the picture remains opaque. And then every now and again, something breaks through, some edge or outline, as of a dimly seen puzzle.
A hallmark of a totalitarian philosophy is the re-education camps…

The man who is not my mother leaves inadvertent crumbs as regards the nature of this place. These mats, the mainstay of fruits and vegetables, the dark cell, isolation and glacial breakdown of my resistance, they add up to something, but the picture remains opaque. And then every now and again, something breaks through, some edge or outline, as of a dimly seen puzzle.

A hallmark of a totalitarian philosophy is the re-education camps…

My newfound predilection towards solids has opened a cornucopia of options to gum and on occasion aspirate. Too, my mother has seen fit to furnish me with implements to aid with ingestion. While the use of this “spoon” is less direct than the application of one’s face to the receptacle holding the spackle or thin gruel, my mother seems to insist upon it.

The man who is not my mother watches me with a jaundiced eye. Perhaps he sees the ease with which i manipulate the tool and wonders; could this wretched implement be turned to other uses? Bunny speaks covertly of digging our way out.

My newfound predilection towards solids has opened a cornucopia of options to gum and on occasion aspirate. Too, my mother has seen fit to furnish me with implements to aid with ingestion. While the use of this “spoon” is less direct than the application of one’s face to the receptacle holding the spackle or thin gruel, my mother seems to insist upon it.

The man who is not my mother watches me with a jaundiced eye. Perhaps he sees the ease with which i manipulate the tool and wonders; could this wretched implement be turned to other uses? Bunny speaks covertly of digging our way out.

I am given to understand by the excited merriment exhibited by my mother and the man who is not my mother that I am to be made sport of yet again.

I cannot, however, divine why the man carries me along steadily at arms length just above the floor, making beeping and small electronic sounds of woe. 

I will own, though, that the red dot makes this hat rather fetching.

I am given to understand by the excited merriment exhibited by my mother and the man who is not my mother that I am to be made sport of yet again.

I cannot, however, divine why the man carries me along steadily at arms length just above the floor, making beeping and small electronic sounds of woe.

I will own, though, that the red dot makes this hat rather fetching.

Yet again there is a quantum increase in my powers. I have isolated movements of my upper exthoracic limbs that, through main strength alone, propel the rest of my body backwards upon whatsoever surface I find myself upon. 

The man who is not my mother now scurries after me, retrieving me from these walls that continue to stymie my progress and placing me back upon the field of play.

These walls can never hold me! Backwards to emancipation!

Yet again there is a quantum increase in my powers. I have isolated movements of my upper exthoracic limbs that, through main strength alone, propel the rest of my body backwards upon whatsoever surface I find myself upon.

The man who is not my mother now scurries after me, retrieving me from these walls that continue to stymie my progress and placing me back upon the field of play.

These walls can never hold me! Backwards to emancipation!

Yet again there is a quantum increase in my powers. I have isolated movements of my upper exthoracic limbs that, through main strength alone, propel the rest of my body backwards upon whatsoever surface I find myself upon. 

The man who is not my mother now scurries after me, retrieving me from my these walls that continue to stymie my progress and placing me back upon the field of play.

These walls can never hold me! Backwards to emancipation!

Yet again there is a quantum increase in my powers. I have isolated movements of my upper exthoracic limbs that, through main strength alone, propel the rest of my body backwards upon whatsoever surface I find myself upon.

The man who is not my mother now scurries after me, retrieving me from my these walls that continue to stymie my progress and placing me back upon the field of play.

These walls can never hold me! Backwards to emancipation!

"Amongst my work on ingest tests, the smashing of objects, and bouncing, I have noted the man who is not my mother spends an inordinate amount of time with his dull gaze locked upon one or another of these glowing boxes. After the "miley cyrus" incident, I am decidedly wary of these faerie witchlight containers, yet his simian mind seems rapt, possessed of an unearthly calm; his incessant pecking at the device is belied by his vacant mien and a lack of any discernible result. Any object which wields such power must be reckoned with.
He is incredibly protective of it, leaping with considerable alacrity when I am preparing to avail myself of it’s powers. His concern is unaccountably disproportionate; with little effort on my part, it’s glowing glass blinks away to a uniform deep blue screen with calmingly minimal block lettering. My campaign is breaking him.”

"Amongst my work on ingest tests, the smashing of objects, and bouncing, I have noted the man who is not my mother spends an inordinate amount of time with his dull gaze locked upon one or another of these glowing boxes. After the "miley cyrus" incident, I am decidedly wary of these faerie witchlight containers, yet his simian mind seems rapt, possessed of an unearthly calm; his incessant pecking at the device is belied by his vacant mien and a lack of any discernible result. Any object which wields such power must be reckoned with.

He is incredibly protective of it, leaping with considerable alacrity when I am preparing to avail myself of it’s powers. His concern is unaccountably disproportionate; with little effort on my part, it’s glowing glass blinks away to a uniform deep blue screen with calmingly minimal block lettering. My campaign is breaking him.”

Further experimentation with untried intake. These “apples” can be manipulated easily, and emit an oder quite unlike the spackle about which I have been recently enthusing.

Meantime, the sensation of manual ingress is extraordinary; equivalent to the visual impact of my day’s colorful ensemble. One looks as though one has been dressed by SoHo refugees, but today my shame provides an apt metaphor. A Centre Pompidou of the tongue!

Further experimentation with untried intake. These “apples” can be manipulated easily, and emit an oder quite unlike the spackle about which I have been recently enthusing.

Meantime, the sensation of manual ingress is extraordinary; equivalent to the visual impact of my day’s colorful ensemble. One looks as though one has been dressed by SoHo refugees, but today my shame provides an apt metaphor. A Centre Pompidou of the tongue!

The condescension continues apace today. The man who is not my mother attempts communication through household drudgery.

"These are socks. Family Socks. Perhaps genus socks, class Footwear. Phylum Laundry."

Pylum, Class, Order, Family, Genus. Dolt. I am ingesting this sock. Species argyle. Keep folding.

The condescension continues apace today. The man who is not my mother attempts communication through household drudgery.

"These are socks. Family Socks. Perhaps genus socks, class Footwear. Phylum Laundry."

Pylum, Class, Order, Family, Genus. Dolt. I am ingesting this sock. Species argyle. Keep folding.

The man who is not my mother has absconded with me to yet another eatery, where he and t’other ne’er do wells tarry. The strains of Skynard waft to my ears, unremarked by the unwashed. That aged old dilemma; does artistic consumption make one complicit to the artist’s societal and personal failings? What about art passively consumed?
Also, this pink square has something crinkly inside; requisite action must be taken. I’ll do what needs doing.

The man who is not my mother has absconded with me to yet another eatery, where he and t’other ne’er do wells tarry. The strains of Skynard waft to my ears, unremarked by the unwashed. That aged old dilemma; does artistic consumption make one complicit to the artist’s societal and personal failings? What about art passively consumed?

Also, this pink square has something crinkly inside; requisite action must be taken. I’ll do what needs doing.