happy three to thee

huh? wha’? wha’ happened?!

While I wasn’t paying attention this endeavor turned two years old, on 11/17/21, and quickly shifted into its third year of existence …

Hey, hurray, harrumph!

This is still:

thee istsfor manity reader

And this remains the origin myth:

i found my name on a t-shirt folded in thirds on a still warm body: a nice lady named ruth was wearing said t-shirt and i was wearing an open mind that day…

i’m a truncated word-person looking for a lower case assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the magician’s top hat while the magician’s bunny munches grass backstage…

you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film.


And this is still what people are saying:

“Please, make it stop!”
Lit Blub magazine

“I suffered from a severe case of leopard spotting, it led to a loss of jobs, family, and friends. Reading the thee istsfor manity reader every morning was directly responsible for my adding 20 lbs. of muscle and losing 2 inches off my waistline. I recommend the thee istsfor manity reader to everyone I meet. Granted, I’m still spotted and alone, but I’m now full of vim and vigor and look forward to each daily installment of the thee istsfor manity reader.”
— Frank Relish, author of The Submariners: The Leaky Years, 1887-1902

“I don’t understand a lick of it. I just drop by occasionally for the nudie pics.”
— Jean-Jacques Perdefue, former cruiserweight champion

“Despite the lacerations and the poorly done stitches, I read it daily for the Frankenstein-ish aspect of it. It has abnormal reasoning, it’s put together on the slap-dash, and it runs away from fire. Nowadays, one can’t experience that much underachievement, in such a concentrated form, from a single blogsite. It’s blatherskite. Uniquely trashy and crass.”
— Abby Feldman, editor of The Journal of Psychiatric Dissociation and Acute Bacterial Prostatitis

“I fled communism nearly 60 years ago. I know unvarnished shit when I smell it. The thee istsfor manity reader STINKS like a totalitarian turd.”
— Dr. Panfilo Sobrenada, Psychiatrist and Family Counselor

“I have flown under the power of my own wings, without setting foot on land — nonstop — from Alaska to New Zeland in 8 days. I would gladly crash and burn upon my next take-off if I were subjected to another post from the thee istsfor manity reader. Please stop it!”
— E7, the Legendary Godwit


And the management promises not to sleep through next year’s anniversary—provided we haven’t been finished off by an asteroid, a super volcano, solar flares, hypersonic nuclear warheads, electro magnetic pulses, anthropogenic stupidities of a magnitude unforeseen (is that possible?), the revenge of fleas and banana weevils, the return of Gangnam style (or derivative styles thereof).

Thank you for reading, following, hovering, lurking, and plain being flummoxed by what goes on here. It’s greatly appreciated. Now on to year three …

istsfor manity,
you might now say: thee asynchronous voice over in search of a nonlinear, non-narrative film

(j.i.alvarez)

“I write because I’m unhappy. I write because it is a way of fighting unhappiness.”

— Mario Vargas Llosa / The Paris Review Interview

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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