last 14 moonlights

Jiggle

This is what I see as I screech this joyride. I take a photo because I prefer Icelandic volcanic fissures to insurrectionist former presidents or storm water floods.

I’ve copy and pasted manifold eons there and here to improve the deadbeat dad memories that flood back at inopportune moments.

Once I migrate the last 14 moonlights I remember, the visitations will commence—mostly in Spanish. I’ll hit the “return” key multiple times and achieve cursory appreciation from vignette to mutation. Then hit “archive.”

That’s it.

Jiggle for sedatives at your own risk.

image in public domain

What I’m Reading:

“Despite the record heat of 2023, this is still likely to be one of the coolest years in the lives of many young people.”

— Jonathan Watts / “Down to Earth” / The Guardian

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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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