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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....

in my neighborhood pt. 118 (good to be back home edition)

Posted on October 24, 2025 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: One thing that is so striking about the modern age is that we’ve lost an ethical vocabulary in engaging with leaders. I mean, fundamentally, what is Donald Trump? He is shameless. It would be very difficult for … Continue reading →

this infinite obloquy

Posted on October 23, 2025 by istsfor manity

Say NO… O get me off this train of consanguinity — the congruency of my talents wane. This bass line leaves me ill. This tune is a torrent of deterrents. This road craggy, rent, and ruined. Can you make purchase … Continue reading →

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 117 (7 more views from a train)

Posted on October 22, 2025 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: You told me once you believed in God.The old man waved his hand. Maybe, he said. I got no reason to think he believes in me. Oh I’d like to see him for a minute if I … Continue reading →

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 116 (6 views from a train)

Posted on October 21, 2025 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: I’m more pessimistic. I don’t think it’ll take 20 years. The Philippines gets an average of 20 typhoons every year. We’re watching islands sink, and yet the west is debating whether climate change even exists. I think … Continue reading →

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these fanciful superimpositions

Posted on October 20, 2025 by istsfor manity

maladaptations i set myself on fire atop pottery shardsan incongruent sight on the public squarewhat corner have you backed into, huhi abraded my burns with salt before the machinesteamrolled me into the macadamim afraid i made up my mind fatalism … Continue reading →

what we control

Posted on October 19, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Most Germans in 1933, for example, were not psychopaths. So why did they vote for Hitler? Our tendency to summon powers we cannot control stems not from individual psychology but from the unique way … Continue reading →

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consorts to oblivion

Posted on October 18, 2025 by istsfor manity

the chaff eaters the sages touch upon ritual quarrels that invoke divine nests of bugger birds and brawny brigands / please bring entities to return faith in humanity ‘cause we’re bereft of sustenance and my breathing is labored / another … Continue reading →

the dry cleaning

Posted on October 17, 2025 by istsfor manity

Primitive Trails From This Point Panda cycling and recycling, panda-demics, and panda demotics. Find yourself in the world of widespread fraud and plate tectonics in response to politic-tonics — those gestures and flourishes that are not of this society, of … Continue reading →

five words short

Posted on October 16, 2025 by istsfor manity

Billingsgate and Balderdash You are like the tuber of calcaneus, necessary but non-articulating. Without you there is no ambulating me… The things you’ve said to me in your gasps and low moans: “Starting rotation from blackbird…” “They transferred me to … Continue reading →

slogs knee deep

Posted on October 15, 2025 by istsfor manity

Today, The Past, and Some Night to Come He lives with ephemeral creatures beneath his feet and stanchions around his bed. A case study in diverting his elbow’s loose skin and the stubbing of his tender footing. In the darkness … Continue reading →