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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....

way of perceiving

Posted on November 5, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “What you make doesn’t have to be witnessed, recorded, sold, or encased in glass for it to be a work of art.” — Rick Rubin / The Creative Act: A Way of Being … Continue reading →

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rocks are punks

Posted on November 4, 2023 by istsfor manity

Patience The sum of laboring on and on (and on)In beginner’s mind.Your perception arcs and a red offenseDescends—you’re taken aback.After further reflection my flexion locks,Fades, and norms dissolve.Each sense serrated, your soul ragged,Your eyes have seen the dark limit.I know … Continue reading →

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here but overcast

Posted on November 3, 2023 by istsfor manity

Purely (de)accessioning Purely accessing the subconsciousWhenSeagulls dive bomb white squirtsThe details and setting un-dreamlikeUnsettlingRandomness determined by preciseAlgorithmsIt’s always here but overcast / hiddenBy a thicker layer of clouds +Eels What I’m Reading: “Art is supposed to be about the constant … Continue reading →

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dead fridge blues

Posted on November 2, 2023 by istsfor manity

the dead fridge blues leads to a whirlwind o’ cooking 3 pizzas (only 2 pictured because I ate the rubberiest one) / Thai coconut chicken with brown rice / a pound of ground turkey / chicken korma with brown rice … Continue reading →

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not the zombies

Posted on November 1, 2023 by istsfor manity

Day of the Dead Prerogative I dreamt of zombies last night. I asked you where you put them: In the garage? You said in the closet. I told you to move my mom’s stuff over and put your stuff in … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood pt. 49

Posted on October 31, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “little twitchy witches and tingling goblins hob-a-nob hob-a-nob” — E. E. Cummings / “Chansons Innocentes II”

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full of misapprehension

Posted on October 30, 2023 by istsfor manity

Four Misdeeds Overlong My clone is four misdeeds overlong—Always in the shade and up on a bet.A doppelgänger in northward transmission,And passing tramlines full of misapprehensionAnd stickleback roe. Then, about 30 sedatives in,Its vision fades to black and my ownBlazes … Continue reading →

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name into oblivion

Posted on October 29, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Alas, very soon everything will disappear:the birdcalls, the delicate blossoms. In the end,even the earth itself will follow the artist’s name into oblivion.” — Louise Glück / “Primavera” “The problem is that global … Continue reading →

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individually wrapped canon

Posted on October 28, 2023 by istsfor manity

yet more incendiary emails from management (n+7) This Halloween, Tuesday, Oct 31, resolution chimeras will be trigger-or-treating in the tower and the townhouses. If you would like to monger the chimeras to knuckle on your doorway, show off their cottons, … Continue reading →

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want to stop

Posted on October 27, 2023 by istsfor manity

repetition compulsion i have toits a compulsion of sorts im not aliveusually deeply depressedwhen im not doing it see said compulsion abovewhen i realize some days laterim not doing it anymoreive stopped stoppingwhen for someineffable reasoni stop i want to … Continue reading →

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