Author Archives: istsfor manity

Meet The Beetles! Briefly, gentlemen, it has come to my attention that there has been an inordinate amount of “buggery” going on between you and our beetles. This will not do. As of tomorrow at 7:00 am all those apprehended … Continue reading →

Highest Eminence O, pallid bat, wombat, scarlet tanager, marmoset and all the little animals of the world that spark wars and worldwide grief… Listen! ye who visit our leaders’ dreams at night and whisper all types of destructive and inhumane … Continue reading →

Anything But That 1. Wild dogs, squirrels, feral hogs, and bear were constant staples of our cook pots. We used them to supplement our two pounds allotment of rice each month. 2. “I brought everything but that. I deny the … Continue reading →

(misfire?) Even though I’ll be in the red, I’ll be under. Your footfall sounds like a peg leg stamping. Tap into your urethra with a rusty catheter and maybe you’ll strike oil. If you’re diligent, you’ll be indigent. If you … Continue reading →

pacific wico wico wico wico dice el grillo and you become sleepy you can’t shake off the somnolence it feels so comfortable to close your eyes something akin to sexual gratification it’s all you desire for the next hour or … Continue reading →

“Funding a civilization through advertising is like trying to get nutrition by connecting a tube from one’s anus to one’s mouth.” — Jaron Lanier

offences (P•A•D Blackout 925) Struthious can be a tendency like lying down and flattening a misconception fully visible the ostrich seeking a word turned back to Fifteenth-century scientists describe a pair of bones between the structures connected to each 19th … Continue reading →

Things I Heard Today It dries up my mouth, it sucks all the moisture out of it. Kinship is killship, like a fisherman’s black boot, teachers and critics all dance the poot. Celebrate the bullet. If you’re not ska, you’re … Continue reading →

Crabwise and Operose It’s not that I operate under the impression that my vision is oppression; and it’s not that I enjoy the song that goes “buffalo and bison, bison and buffalo / canonball and rifle, rifle and canonball…” — … Continue reading →

after the storm animals were rescued three weeks later desperate townspeople ate them container ships lost across the hemisphere forlorn people victims of hunger nothing else possible no one redeemed “I was going to buy a copy of The Power … Continue reading →