dripping devil demoniacal…

(your subconscious)

your subconscious
sublunary
the moth for the star

your subconscious
font of sedition and secession
irrefragable and heretical

be on your way
dripping devil
demoniacal
the way is full of obstacles

there is no such thing as herd immunity
only herds of gun-wielding oafs

demographic crunch?
worry not
you’ll soon be alone

untouchable
imperceptible
indistinct

This is Fall, at 9:56 a.m., on 10/25/2020. Jamaica Plain, MA. (25/31)

“Poverty, unemployment, inferior schools, social isolation, widespread availability of guns, and substandard housing are all breeding grounds for trauma. Trauma breeds further trauma; hurt people hurt other people.”

— Bessel van der Kolk / The Body Keeps the Score

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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