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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....

strainers and yachts

Posted on September 27, 2022 by istsfor manity

the fishmonger’s three wedges — good judgement of strainers and yachts— moonbeams that boast mainframe intelligence— peg leg dossers named skeet What I’m Reading: “Never mind what it means. Get it down. Get it written. Perhaps you do not know … Continue reading →

smelled of lithium

Posted on September 26, 2022 by istsfor manity

Slightly Dirty (redux) His fragrance remained in the room when he left, and she picked up notes of Ambien and gin. He turned into a dragon and blew smoke up his own ass: in this manner he floated away on … Continue reading →

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shoplift a thong

Posted on September 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “The soul of our politics is the commitment to ending domination.” — bell hooks / Feminism Is for Everybody: Passionate Politics “Crows, crows, crows, crowsthen the slow flapaway over the hilland the dead … Continue reading →

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wing by haunch

Posted on September 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

Nothing Truly Connects We’re above an endless plateau of cirrus. Look at that wisp of crescent moon nailed to this impossibly saturated blue sky. The moon out at noon. Proof, and more proof, that I’m being watched. The wolf ponders … Continue reading →

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we’ll skip it

Posted on September 23, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Chromosome Counter Once again he applies murderous fillings to his ding-dongs as his antagonists in an old feud fail and fall—one after the next. Life is gentle waxing suspense to him, but ultimately an infusion of toasted morning treats … Continue reading →

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i got me

Posted on September 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

Flat Corner/Corner Blues I need your love at this flat corner cornerI got the flat corner blues You left me at this flat corner cornerI got me the flat corner blues I’ll wait at this flat corner cornerI’m livin’ the … Continue reading →

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trilogy of quatrains

Posted on September 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

Through the Onion Trends He’s the social steamroller of a lifetime! Reminiscent of a walking mature apocalypse—between tugs and kisses—few audiences have experienced this level of patriarchy and cake. Nutritive as cyanide. Planetary caskets put to use at an alarming … Continue reading →

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i wish i

Posted on September 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

fens claimant her strength seeps through newly installed calmshe calls “ohm” to distinguish tuber from field—her namesake breaking into a smokestackobscure he’s a pianist with psychological funds pittingan inconvenienced perch against the hook—no fish more foul in his mind but … Continue reading →

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string of drugs

Posted on September 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

Monotonals What I’m Reading: “A regular asks her to stir her finger in his coffee, and she willhear in him blue grass and a murder of crows,hunger’s sickle sinking deep” — Diamond Forde / “Rememory”

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love of life

Posted on September 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “It is clear that reason and facts alone no longer suffice to move people and society to action.” — David Suzuki, Tara Cullis, Miriam Fernandes, and Ravi Jain / What You Won’t Do … Continue reading →

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