Tag Archives: Butthole Surfers

of the dreams

Posted on October 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

These Were a Few of the Dreams These were a few of the images retained: The final scene is all she remembers. Massive black horses in water—a marsh, blue sky, angry cumulus darkness roiling in the distance. They need this, … Continue reading →

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of a post

Posted on August 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

going to florida i didnt stop thinkingi just stopped writing for the daybefore my mind caught windof my lack of a post so i went to florida—or i planned on goingto florida— and all i got were these . . … Continue reading →

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someone muttering bummer

Posted on September 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

Jodhpurs & Jujyfruits There are blocks everyday. People die everyday. There is gothic organ music swelling and ebbing in the ether. There is someone muttering “bummer” nearby and the smell of acrid pot wafting on an eddy of warm wind … Continue reading →

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rag and bone

Posted on June 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Tug of Ghosts It seemed to her she was always leaving, or someone was leaving her. Her father disappeared one day when she was ten. Her mother disappeared into a fog of alcohol and mental illness the next year—and … Continue reading →

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