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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....

to content ourselves

Posted on January 16, 2026 by istsfor manity

Sojourn The sign read: Gonorrhoea Biddy Broth Made Naturally. We didn’t know what that meant. Fascination. We checked dictionaries, schoolbooks, online encyclopedias. Nothing. We were the idle ancestors of immoralities. We had ambient sounds doing our bidding. We snaked and … Continue reading →

douse the smell

Posted on January 15, 2026 by istsfor manity

Petrichor (23 to 9) See more ideas about black and white:the dramatic effect of contrasting areaspictures taken on January 14th,when the deus ex machina fell through the trapdoorinto the charnel house. See deus roll among the flakyfillets doused in slightly … Continue reading →

eat the burglary

Posted on January 14, 2026 by istsfor manity

reluctance + rigmarole a welfare check on my chickpeasbankruptcy pulls me from a restraint on my stoopa clue found in my miniature espresso my neurons are frayedthere’s a peanut in my membranethe hangout heavy airguns are hard to beat silt … Continue reading →

aiming to incriminate

Posted on January 13, 2026 by istsfor manity

Hinderance (He’s) seeping through your house inside the subconscious — gaps in our understanding. HELP ME Get into the workroom amongst the lowercase catchwords. Once more, they’re ready to mug the confines of our clothing to carry on their sizzles. … Continue reading →

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sacred but voracious

Posted on January 12, 2026 by istsfor manity

White Elephants (Nightmare 7a) So he goes on this monologue telling me why I want to avoid becoming the white elephant at the company. He said, “it was too revered to be a beast of burden: the white elephant earned … Continue reading →

taken it all

Posted on January 11, 2026 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Thinks The world is fucking ending, swiftly followed by God, stop being a twat. — Julia Armfield / Private Rites But there is nothing up here. There is nothing more in the sea. We’ve … Continue reading →

can’t find any

Posted on January 10, 2026 by istsfor manity

I Find Erasures I can’t find the right words when you’re all “good-morning!” with the naps. I listen to the wisp and the donkey. I answer the phone to induce a “hello.” I touch the wires of domesticity — dead … Continue reading →

dream this away

Posted on January 9, 2026 by istsfor manity

Erase Your Wattles I’d forgotten the triangle jerk stylings that out you every so often. Disappear. Make them disappear. I want lightness. I want documentation. I don’t want the sun-tan. The color yellow. Thick farfisa strained and orange-like. Keep your … Continue reading →

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and castings aside

Posted on January 8, 2026 by istsfor manity

Windowsill Anhedonias Listen to the muzungus and you’ll hear windowsill anhedonias. That doggedness that does not aid the weak or the needy. This disease is legion. This contagion a russian roulette of overloud artifacts. Full of dissipation and castings aside. … Continue reading →

boot to use

Posted on January 7, 2026 by istsfor manity

Goodly Godly Determinism The miserable mizzle speckled his glints to the point that he took them off, wiped them, and replaced them with blinders. Daft mischief his. He tramped the Spanish plantations by feelies. Nowhere but here. Actually not here, … Continue reading →