in my neighborhood

be real, be here, get me through this turbulence

please, see me in a mirror that distorts

be the pain within me
keep me underscored & over-nourished

please, i no longer wish to assimilate

be the impulse i’d like to deter
bring me weight bearing softness

please, to the heavens, for murgatroyd nears

be the scratch pad malingerer &
write a novel without writing a novel word

“Maybe you gotta understand what punk meant to us. With the Minutemen, punk was not a style of music. It was the state of your mind. We thought the style of music was up to each band. For us punk meant if you find yourself not fitting in a certain kind of world, you try to create your own.”

— Mike Watt

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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