Monthly Archives: May 2024

the gelding lottery

Posted on May 21, 2024 by istsfor manity

wayward and wasted Donkey Fandango a renowned musketfrom MexicoCompact Lifeguardsvibrant explosions Traffic masterpiecesteacup musselspotluck gauntlets and stoves Sundry DoodahsDandelion TraffickersTear away wraps on gavel stowaways and stragglers Doom suggested : $10.00 mastiff tragicomedymutant salves Join a vibrant matador of teapots … Continue reading →

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deluge never ends

Posted on May 20, 2024 by istsfor manity

Nothing Remotely Comprehensible Tragedians are people who belong in ramekins but somehow slipped through the net and live on a Godot-like wasteland, without the gnarled tree, but with plenty of tumbleweeds constantly blowing through the landscape. Discordant bird chatter is … Continue reading →

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song of extinction

Posted on May 19, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week |  |  The  summers   become  hotter  &   hotter.  |  |  Unbearable  &  luminous,  the  refrain  of  the  song  of  extinction—  —Dante Di Stefano / “Green Burial Unsonnet” “But the scale of this year’s heat — amplified … Continue reading →

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please look elsewhere

Posted on May 18, 2024 by istsfor manity

epic sieves two damaged wipers on the locumglimmer compensation onsitewe will generate some northward disruptionfor everyone’s sake, the linear narrative is temporarily closed renege : renewal we have placed a few cartoonists outside for easy insertionresolutions will be directed to … Continue reading →

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substrates without purchase

Posted on May 17, 2024 by istsfor manity

Unmoored The unrooted. The faceless. The darkness without form. Forms without substance. Substrates without purchase. The turmoil throwing her into a state of agitation. Explicit signs. Signs without meaning. Warning signs. All—a mass of confusion she wallows in—nascent hours at … Continue reading →

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own unique hole

Posted on May 16, 2024 by istsfor manity

blood first, there is the blood of the chicken—then the effigy doll, blindfolded with hands tied behind its back—attempts at wordly accretions to follow, but it doesn’t look right,this is worse,every trip a strand of its ownproducing its own unique … Continue reading →

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pink in wildfire

Posted on May 15, 2024 by istsfor manity

doldrums haiku a detuned guitarsky glows pink in wildfire smokechilly whitewashed room What I’m Reading: So we go and fear scythes us down, crying out on muddy slopes. The earth bleeds all around us. The sea is a green wall. … Continue reading →

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pleasant vibes, man

Posted on May 14, 2024 by istsfor manity

All Non-Programme Artisanal Orifices (found dada missive) Hello All, Feel free to reach out to me at the campfire girls cookout. I’ll be a semiquaver through most of my incompatibilities from my two beefburgers. The purpose of this is a … Continue reading →

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how many pins

Posted on May 13, 2024 by istsfor manity

May Day of the Dead (redux) I’m hot with fleas, gravid with scabies liceI have a multitude of filo and coronaViruses are best when deflected with oilImpregnated chausibles or warm leatheretteOn your burning flesh underneath your hair shirtWear your bird mask filled … Continue reading →

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fantasy of truth

Posted on May 12, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Travelling by bicycle is a life of simple things taken seriously: hunger, thirst, friendship, the weather, the stutter of the world beneath you. — Kate Harris / Land of Lost Borders: Out of Bounds … Continue reading →

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