Author Archives: istsfor manity

A Hawk Checks His Waterproofs A London man creates a call in exchange for the oft-deplored offer — characters dominated by the increasingly unhinged hawks on the banks of the Thames. Gophers ruin the soil before a Parliamentary veto on … Continue reading →

My Day in Fratish Sapish It was something like “together,” with the possibility of “maybe” — then it’s take a job, with the “most excellent” Thomas in Minnesota, near Bemidji, which was one of the really nice places. Then, cut … Continue reading →

flarfish 27: vaticination la luciernaga On two occasions, in fact, your face is particularly emphasized: similar to Foretell the future of us: firecracker: petardo firedepartment: bomberos firefly: luciérnaga firelight: luz del Vaticano At Vatican South July comes into focus accelerated … Continue reading →

Fox in a Cul-de-Sac Fade in: Fusty living room. Crepuscular light. Loud swelling radio chatter, multiple frequencies: reports of war, a horse race, cricket scores, market updates, easy listening music, someone reciting maths. A woman affecting classical statue poses. A … Continue reading →

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 →