Author Archives: istsfor manity

The Eyeball Kid The voice of Spice, the synthetic marijuana, told him to go and surrender himself to the firefighters down the street — then it was the voice of god that echoed down the hallway. The living room fern … Continue reading →

making the scene: 1974 curls in nudie pix his left pupil, untethered, a fugue childhood of monticule hunger on loan, uncomfortably, wide-eyed face in cathode ray fuzz hell-shock door, unlocked, “fuck away from the exhaust vent above” a hive of, … Continue reading →

Pepi Poppers There’s something of the sybarite about her. She plays the lute too loud and with reckless abandon — popping strings here and there and singing haltingly about fucking. About what? Yeah, and she eats too many moon pies … Continue reading →

flarfish 9: anthophilous stooge indicator strife demonitised… obsequiously  one touch option bitcoins stress glances and dung beetles old / established / proleptically stalking,  & disciplining Rob. anglo-indian indulgences… indulge the broadcast of a fatty stooge — he blathers & mispunctuates … Continue reading →

Verfremdungseffekt Hey, Shklovsky! Whadda’ doin’ over there? Huh? Singing? Whadda’ ya’? A troubadour or something? I got that troubadour ballads book from the library, and now I got all the great songs here for my uke. What’s a uke? My … Continue reading →

Idle Class Chatter “Just carry a glass or something.” “I’ve heard the most intriguing things about you.” (light classical tune is playing) “Really?” “Will no one hold you accountable?” “Me? Never. You?” “I don’t know. But I feel like we’re … Continue reading →

Ingmar Bergman’s Fuse Box A black hole lives here It pulls all energy and hope In, merely to obliterate it all There isn’t any waste There is no byproduct There is no “is” This is June “There is a word: … Continue reading →

flarfish 67: blue bangle tangle thin sterling, silver cuff, hand hammered tangled up in blue and i love it! cord comfortable and fused more often than you would like? thorny gold and silver vines bind you tight in its inexorable … Continue reading →

Parsnip with Pomegranate Tendencies Use this taro chip as your viaticum, the priest says. Where am I? In a priest driven ambulance, he says. Good luck, the one in the passenger seat says. What are you going to do about … Continue reading →

Thee All Purpose Bedtime Story “Get your xenograft ideas away from me. Take off that stretchy, crappy underwear. I’m showering tomorrow morning. Clean. Clean pajamas. All right sleepy time for me. Nice and cold. Yes. It’s going to stay cold … Continue reading →