true blue americana

Posted on February 11, 2025 by istsfor manity

a ruin (a blackout)

once we have torn shit down
wanting and being
immersive works
Expanding the surface dimension

the revolutionary leader
a ruin
enslaved against the colonial
government of the united states

the surface indigo
enslaved

A driver
woven
into “true blue” americana

What I’m Reading:

If the trees looked at men
The way men look at women
We’d never get out of these woods

— Zan de Parry / “Movie the Size of a Deck of Cards” / Cold Dogs

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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