Tag Archives: Chance Operations

why belligerent robots

Posted on November 30, 2022 by istsfor manity

Aural Disjecta Dream-Fu(Haiku/Ukiah/Tanka) Headful of childhoodDisjecta—jingles, and tripe—Where is the off switch? His white man savior complex—Why Marlin Perkins?Why Animal Kingdom, why? Why Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em?Why belligerent robots?Rub-a-Dub Dolly?Why can’t I turn-off my head? Maybe, I’ll get back in … Continue reading →

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platters of skeevies

Posted on November 29, 2022 by istsfor manity

Pluot of Complacency(from The Lost Epiphanies of Melodramas Undone Compilation) You son of a— What’s a compliant pluot of complacency mean?! Is that an insult, a compliment? It doesn’t feel like it is. And what’s with leaving me this lone … Continue reading →

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get to work

Posted on November 28, 2022 by istsfor manity

Bluetoothing the Novel (sorta redux’ed) Maple bacon cheddar pizza, I say, repeating what she just said to me. I need a snack soon, she says. A swoony-jazzy song plays like it’s 1967– remember the smarmy song playing in The Graduate … Continue reading →

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make mango mush

Posted on November 27, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “I feel that nothing has really changed since my early childhood and that life is simply a series of scenes interspersed with songs.” — Annie Ernaux / I Remain in Darkness “Just because … Continue reading →

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bring your angularity

Posted on November 26, 2022 by istsfor manity

What the Chakackas Guitar Riff Wrought Ox Mayday was a brutal man… (No, I don’t have to show you the throttled necks, the extracted teeth, the multifarious testicles hooked up to electrodes, or the sound of the crushed metatarsals—I ain’t … Continue reading →

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monsters of jamaica plain

Posted on November 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “I think the arts exist because they are useful — essential to our species. I think it’s part of being human, to make art and need art. For the pleasure of it, and for whatever knowledge we … Continue reading →

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cut and paste

Posted on November 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

Hegemonic Extirpation Day Blues It’s a ragged sort of heat. The call of the west again. Then a discomfiting sort of rain. It’s my first day out of the house in nearly three weeks. Just 2 days ago I was … Continue reading →

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my amygdala grates

Posted on November 23, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Apotheosis of the Crab What if what I wanted to write what didn’t need to be written? What is this strange atmosphere that has settled over me? One of my holy ghosts has scrammed for a patch of stratocumulus, … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood pt.19

Posted on November 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “If developing countries can not pay their debts everyone will suffer. If we do not take care of poorer countries the well-being of richer countries is not going to last and we will not be able to … Continue reading →

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does not work

Posted on November 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

Uh… This system does not work. Desist. What I’m Reading: “Soon enough me and the United States of America will be dust.” — Meg Ramey / Begin By Telling

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