in my neighborhood

I forget what that final word is …

Time fog is hellish …

What more do you require on the day of your death at 5:26 am?

You’re welcome!

The signs of the apocalypse are stark and plentiful.

“I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man’s. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.”

— William Blake / Jerusalem: The Emanation of the Giant Albion

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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