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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....

suckage is suckage…

Of Joubles and Gangles It’s a little troublesome this hankering for a jouble when there are only gangles about. It was established in the 14th century, that joubles were preferable to gangles, and so this is the way today.   … Continue reading →

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closed-eye vision…

Phosphene Dream He produced phosphenes that smelled of mandarin oranges — a strange synesthetic effect that followed the orange-rimmed yellow spots that exploded in his closed-eye vision. He thought this was an improvement on the phosphenes of his youth that … Continue reading →

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wombat love, he cries…

Tonight, Yesterday & Some Night to Come He lives with ephemeral creatures under his feet and creatures over his head. A case in point: his thoughts diverting his elbow’s skin and the rubbing of tender footing. Sycamores make wide arm … Continue reading →

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incendiary hair… no

Happenstance is Crapenstance Out of the inkwell comes Yonki the heavily sedated quualude dealer. A fuzzy jewfro and pockmarked face wearing his favorite ribbed tank top fraying at the edges by his armpits. He calls out to Lester the methadone … Continue reading →

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call of the west…

flarfish 25: fanfaronade picaro he got the call of the west he go, he went, to idaho when he attempted to lay hands upon others — they resisted his choler rose — fandango fanfaronade fantoccini fantod faradism farfel fasces the picaresque romance … Continue reading →

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a sliver in the murk…

idaho well ablution i went to the well and saw jesse floating there her eyes frozen on the concrete sky above arms splayed at her side gently lapping in the blackness her eyes were stone gray i went to the … Continue reading →

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down the barren path…

dry tongue lost (idahaiku 2) midnight dry tongue lost — fear seeps esto perpetua — down the barren path “Avoid the world, it’s just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.” — Jack Kerouac / … Continue reading →

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he hit the road…

he hit the road (idahaiku 1) he hit the road west shuffle off to idaho big sky and road blanched “The more you read, the more you will write. The better the stuff you read, the better the stuff you … Continue reading →

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private idaho crimson creep…

flarfish 32: cramoisy reptar To reptar may every gentleman, by one eye, or disgrace Find his rental or his campsite location around the repatriation of CRAMOISY in his own private idaho reptar = creep reptar cerca literatura and draw connections between key … Continue reading →

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all your boxes…

 Newsruption You will no longer be bothered or financially hurt for your role in a benches-clearing confrontation at the place where they check all your boxes according to a photo posted to Facebook. You will no longer be bothered … Continue reading →

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