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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....

never a good

Posted on April 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

(press play above to watch the short film) Using the dongle is never a good thing. “A slit of light torn in the cliff is just enough to remind me There is only despair in the world we create.” — … Continue reading →

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need for redemption

Posted on April 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

(press play above for short film) evasive and withdrawn terracotta facades work that ignores your native intelligence the need for redemption grows a state prison for women on one side a jail for men nearing release on the other a … Continue reading →

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done with this

Posted on April 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

AND “If the desire to write is not accompanied by actual writing, then the desire must be not to write.” — Hugh Prather

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eyeless in exile

Posted on April 10, 2021 by istsfor manity

EYELESS IN AND “All souls come here to rub the sharp edges off each other. This isn’t suffering. It’s erosion.” — Chuck Palahniuk / Haunted: A Novel

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as i probe

Posted on April 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

AND “All writing is garbage. People who come out of nowhere to try to put into words any part of what goes on in their minds are pigs. All writers are pigs. Especially writers today.” — Antonin Artaud / The … Continue reading →

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on hiatus post

Posted on April 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

AND “You can make a collage on a postcard and write a poem about it.” — John Ashberry

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my sloth is

Posted on April 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

Who Woke Up Sucking a Lemon? When ironing I do most of my day’s work. I imagine I hit people with all my force—my shirts double for the people I really dislike. You text me that I have to hit … Continue reading →

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his grandmother teaspoon

Posted on April 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

Threnody for Slim Goat James (a found & erased document) James is believed to be buried in increasingly popular places. Find him near the barnacles, spider crabs, cockles, razor clams, and a mix of slim goat and sheep. He was … Continue reading →

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peat-boggy notional

Posted on April 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Revanchist’s Score (to Settle) She is clearly not amused. Events have gone awry. It is her score (to settle) now—it is placid and peat-boggy notional—certainly “doable.” She will take back her river of grass. The dissonance is too much … Continue reading →

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gimcrack addict get

Posted on April 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Strangely Attracted to a Lack of Sense I’m feeling strangely attracted to the can of viscous motor oil in the corner. I could have said “vicious” but I’ve just come from the cornershop thrumming in a pink and light blue … Continue reading →

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