Tag Archives: Chance Operations

because it’s huge

Posted on July 13, 2022 by istsfor manity

Found Text String Dada Fu S: Very quiet here today but a huge fly in my office that I just spent 20 minutes chasing and it’s still here. A: Don’t use a broom. I broke a window in Georgia that … Continue reading →

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yes to you

Posted on July 12, 2022 by istsfor manity

NO / YES Something should be written here that retains some resonance for the reader. Something to make them feel better before going on with their day. Maybe something scintillating that will lead to a ruminating pause or two as … Continue reading →

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a snare drum

Posted on July 11, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Astronaut-Bouncinglooks jive-phony, unless,of course, you think of the moonas a snare drum” — Thomas Sayers Ellis / “Polo Goes to the Moon” “We as a nation must undergo a radical revolution of values. … Continue reading →

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my cleavage looked

Posted on July 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Physiotherapist Below (Found Note thru N+7 Generator) The young woodlouses were thrilled today with all their new apparel. My cleavage looked like a deprivation straddle. I had to bring everything in today because my apostrophe echoed the famous factotum … Continue reading →

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think feel love

Posted on July 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

We Fester I. Suppurating wounds sproutLike wildflowers. We persist—Purposefully ignorant, inured,Anesthetized, self-aggrandized.We, founders of wastelands—Never heeding a lesson, everUnappreciative, and mastersOf all we destroy. We fester. II. Think.Feel.Love.Change.Act. What I’m Reading: “If I act and work and write as though … Continue reading →

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choose something else

Posted on July 7, 2022 by istsfor manity

Something Else Haiku I don’t want to beThe person who creates moreRancor in the world. I don’t want to beThe person who is alwaysRight and needs to win. I don’t want to beA force for inequity—A wellspring of hate. I … Continue reading →

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love is love

Posted on July 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

congealed bacon i googled white nationalism—flashes of congealed bacon you play the tragic heroinetoothy femme fatale dont judge my paintinguntil i finish my ropa vieja dont cut your hairbefore tinting it blue i fix you a tongue on ryemy marbles … Continue reading →

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like to salute

Posted on July 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

the best stuff i read & listened to this week “A cow with a mouth at both endschews hell going and coming.” — Ai / “Guadalajara Cemetery” “Organic Chemistry: A means by which to make undergraduates cry using only carbon … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood pt. 13

Posted on July 3, 2022 by istsfor manity

What I’m Listening To: “Eating the world through the eyes of a fishI like salt, I like saltCoagulants, fritters, tubes, patties and linksIch bin enchilada, bye” — Brnda / “Year of the Hot Dog by Burger Gang”

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of your equanimity

Posted on July 2, 2022 by istsfor manity

Blood Moon Eclipticus Have you ever felt like a fatherless waifIn the presence of your father? Have you ever felt like a cornered catAs your mother hoversOver you in the blood-moon light? I dream of Saturn eating his children I … Continue reading →

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