in minuscule handwriting

trepanation in the land of bilk & money

who drilled a hole in the front of his own skull to increase brain blood volume?
& allow the full heartbeat to express itself inside the cranial cavity a column of fire
midnight ’til dawn rain fire after the defeat of los aztecas the spanish forbade
pagan idolatry ceremonial mushrooms montezuma ii saw the stars of mamalhuatzil
& images of fighting men riding on the backs of animals resembling deer caught by fishermen
a two headed man tlacantzolli mirror on the crown of a bird running the streets
simply to ward off cold ward off heat the touch of flies/mosquitoes/wind/sun/reptiles
deserts at one time inhabited by thousands of ascetics hermits anchorites
solitary confinement inside a cell adopting lifestyle of a beast abandoning personal hygiene
self-inflicted pain voluntary suffering hedonism that views moral sexual restraint
as either unnecessary or harmful i wrote in minuscule handwriting on a continuous roll
paper i rolled tightly placed in my cell wall to hide a fifth person in and out
of psychiatric hospitals due to unspecified disorders a new generation born
of the legacy of the cinema of transgression : underground cinema transgressive art
found footage controversial matter surgical footage psychodramatic performances
physical interventions into the material film stock i retire to the eighth-floor cafe : the terraces the lines of comfy leather couches the explosive ordinance disposal market bomb dispersal units robots & specialized tools

“On my daily walk, I steal Meyer lemons from my neighbors’ yard,
a small pomegranate. Instead of eating them,

I observe their casual rot on the kitchen counter,
this theatre of good things turning into something else.”

— Aria Aber / “Waiting for Your Call”

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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