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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....

lost the plot

Posted on March 29, 2024 by istsfor manity

Sanctioned by the Association of Urologic Twee (redux) (Fade Out / 8 channels of noise : one channel of noise drops out every 30 seconds until there is silence) Voiceover In Search Of A Film: Soft antennae entertainment turned minds … Continue reading →

on the heart

Posted on March 28, 2024 by istsfor manity

Mise en Squalor + Plagues This is a mise en abyme of a mise en abyme in a mise en abyme. This is historical quicksand. What of the Inquisition kitchen? A fungus settled on the heart. The Great Deficiency of … Continue reading →

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 57

Posted on March 27, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: The bicycle wheel is one of the strongest of all human contrivances, capable of supporting approximately four hundred times its own weight. In theory, a buffalo could pedal a bike without the wheels buckling under the load. … Continue reading →

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can’t see me

Posted on March 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

Identity Reconstruction Tanka Now you see me, nowyou don’t. I’m lost to myself.Even I can’t seeme. These are the places Ilived. This is the art I made. What I’m Reading: Some beauty is visible only when abutted by banality. Spots … Continue reading →

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air is electrified

Posted on March 25, 2024 by istsfor manity

harvest broaster chicken on speed dialfans oscillating from every cornerdust devils gyring in the living roomthe fridge texts — low on oat milk house heaves a sigh of desperationwants to set upon squarely on a witchbut they’re far and few … Continue reading →

makes no difference

Posted on March 24, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week If God is a man, he could never understand the mundane threats women experience every single day of our lives. — Bora Chung / “Maria, Gratia Plena” / Your Utopia When the warming ocean … Continue reading →

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i bit into

Posted on March 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

After Gas Huffing (redux) Cold in my tent last night—Moved away from the creekCloser to the fire.I heated up the plastic Jesus—Placed it soft and hotOn my abdomen.Cold again this morning—I bit into the messiah—No sign of life. What I’m … Continue reading →

i’m going coronal

Posted on March 22, 2024 by istsfor manity

Dada Poofa Proofs A feint, then a faint. Deception became an instructor. I’ve an iconic hare that stands sentinel and immediately cups my hair as it sheds. I shed often. I’ve a silky laconic manner about me. I once subcontracted … Continue reading →

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your mutilation theologian

Posted on March 21, 2024 by istsfor manity

here’s a blurb i lunge at your venerable prizeat your demise i am a partitiona parvenu of adhesives i am a conclave of addictionsin for a nipper of revival i am a theremin player from obscuritycounting my rosary adjournments i … Continue reading →

case of blues

Posted on March 20, 2024 by istsfor manity

Heavy-O-Sity Cream Dream (redux) I want you to root the violence out of the system, but you delay and acquiesce — this is the heavy-o-sity of our case. There are no life preservers to pass out—only anvils and 50 lb. … Continue reading →

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