the gaping mouths

Posted on October 28, 2022 by istsfor manity

in my neighborhood pt. 18

What is this amerce?

All is forgiven.

All is lost.

The pages are in the closet.

All is erumpent.

Lava flows from the gaping mouths of shoes.

Laces ablaze.

What I’m Reading:

“Sometimes, I start with nothing, and midway through, the painting will tell me what it wants.”

— Robert Nava / The Creative Independent interview

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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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