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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....

a truffle kabuki

Posted on June 17, 2023 by istsfor manity

Rapid Eye Pie The lotus-eaters adjourn — full of Dutchman’s breeches and fox gloves. Floating. Touring the recesses and regressing — shading the noncommittal lilacs. A truffle kabuki in shadow play and detonation — a respectful lunch. Fingertips asses — … Continue reading →

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the ineffable realized

Posted on June 16, 2023 by istsfor manity

baking ourselves the ineffable realized/ in an infographic /we’re baking ourselves to death What I’m Reading: “There’s no such thing as life without bloodshed … I think the notion that the species can be improved in some way, that everyone … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood pt. 33

Posted on June 15, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “It takes very little to govern good people. Very little. And bad people cant be governed at all. Or if they could I never heard of it.” — Cormac McCarthy / No Country for Old Men

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cars ruin cities

Posted on June 14, 2023 by istsfor manity

cars ruin cities (found haiku) cars ruin citiesi thank you for not drivingride your bike instead What I’m Reading: “Cormac McCarthy, the formidable and reclusive writer of Appalachia and the American Southwest, whose raggedly ornate early novels about misfits and … Continue reading →

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ghosts drifting through

Posted on June 13, 2023 by istsfor manity

Wanderlust (found ukiah) The churchgoers appear—paleReplaced by joggersGhosts—drifting through public lives What I’m Reading: “I’m getting tired of not wearing underwear / and then again I like it / strolling along / feeling the wind blow softly on my genitals…” … Continue reading →

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people didn’t listen

Posted on June 11, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “… the earth screeches, plates collapse,the walls lose their grip on the paintings,nothing is aligned like the planets we think we understand.” — Antonella Anedda / “Historiae 2” “I don’t know whyI keep … Continue reading →

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sharp and lenticular

Posted on June 10, 2023 by istsfor manity

Building / SILENCE (redux) Building fictions is an addiction not easily quenched. A need, psychological and physiological that renders one a hamster inside the wheel—no stopping until you’re ejected into the corner where all the soggy piss-chips accrue. Bring pleasant … Continue reading →

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i seek nothing

Posted on June 8, 2023 by istsfor manity

Seek Nothing I seek nothing. I am as light and free as a butterfly… … After I climb out of the bottom of the psychic well. What I’m Reading: “… 3. Creative people combine playfulness and discipline, or responsibility and … Continue reading →

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legs like pistons

Posted on June 7, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Journey (Tanka) I mounted my bike.I pedaled all through the night.Legs like pistons pumped.I arrived where I began.Journey is destination. What I’m Reading: “… if discontent is your disease, travel is medicine. It resensitizes. It opens you up to … Continue reading →

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the finer points

Posted on June 6, 2023 by istsfor manity

Of Straitjacketism You know, I won’t start out to tell you of my straitjacket, or of my third grade “yes-man” personality, or of St. Ignatius’s embrasure or the irony of his naps on the crenellations. No, I’ll tell you of … Continue reading →

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