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  1. Gristle clings wet to the skin of loudspeaker panic, seismic fear. Shh. You'll be gone far longer than you were ever here. Gesundheit.
  2. Fashioning a life from illusion, I twist this squealing mental shrapnel into symmetry and take a number. Now to apply the silicone.
  3. There's a lightness in knowing you know I'm imaginary.
  4. A lot of people have encouraged me to stay on and tweet as Fake Robyn, so I suppose I will.
  5. @floraisadora Thank you, but I've been feeling bad about it lately. Maybe some day the real Robyn Hitchcock will join Twitter!
  6. Sorry if I've made any of you sad or angry. And a special apology to Robyn. You're a wonderful person.
  7. It's no fun pretending to be someone else when people actually fall for it. That's why I haven't tweeted for so long.
  8. Thanks for reading, but I'm going to delete this account momentarily.
  9. All anyone ever had to do was read my first tweet; this account was created in order to make one single, stupid joke.
  10. I try not to worry. But who is wearing pants?
  11. Thanks to all for the well-wishing.
  12. @scottique Still working out that bit.
  13. Fine-throated friend: whatever was growing in you dug itself into my spine;when you were finally gone I felt nothing.Then old.Pass the tea.
  14. @Chris_Huff It's hard to say whether or how much that particular name posessed me--but please don't call me "Reg."
  15. @valebrity A Twitter link is a good idea. Regarding my reality: I've never been able to verify it myself, so godspeed on that end.
  16. Thanks to all. These kind words, universal sunlight sounds and generous vibrations have me reeling somewhere right.
  17. I can't come back! I don't know how it works!
  18. Madame, I assure you I am not staring at you. I'm an artist.
  19. The rain on this rather hopeful umbrella makes the most glorious noise--it sounds like the future.
  20. None of these dislocated shoulders we've been standing on have ever belonged to giants. Oh! Hands pursed with the money-syringe--hold still-