grotty and stuffed…

My Day in Fratish Sapish

It was something like “together,” with the possibility of “maybe” — then it’s take a job, with the “most excellent” Thomas in Minnesota, near Bemidji, which was one of the really nice places. Then, cut to Oklahoma: a flare in English — include an afflatus (“a divine imparting of knowledge or power”). So far, going to see how many I can make, until I get bored.

These things do get boring — maybe we’ll make a fake Z. Oooo far, and wide, going to see the mahatma. I can make it, until I get bored. We’ll make a circuit of the leagues of Fratish Sapish. They just did the work that was in front of me for six and a half years. A float! Grotty and stuffed with brambles and gorse.

Somehow, people’s perceptions of essential jobs during a pandemic lead to headlines and cut-ups — and to her introduction, explaining why she likes to use collage and juxtaposition once — from which the reader can pick and choose a noose. Nothing bores me more than a moose, a flat patty, and one-long often bemused rutted hunter.

Who characterized his Presidential vote as principled… heh!

“Life is not always explained…”

— Annie DeWitt

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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