Tag Archives: Chance Operations

oh stop me

Posted on August 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Bad Case of Mondegreen Chut, man, he’s got thee upturned syllogism logic. He’s also got a bad case of the Higgs-Boson blues. He’s got the anthropocene cold shoulder, and a slight case of thee reliquary saint’s joints and bone shards … Continue reading →

saliva slings loosed

Posted on August 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Her Midwinter Blues I pine for the days of guileless saliva slings loosed down to my toes, before the unexpected guttings and unremitting blood—ratiocination fading—eddying down the bathtub drain… “Every man you ever meet is nothing but the product of … Continue reading →

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soggy piss-chips

Posted on July 31, 2021 by istsfor manity

Building / SILENCE Building fictions is an addiction not easily quenched. A need, psychological and physiological that renders one a hamster inside the wheel—no stopping until you’re ejected into the corner where all the soggy piss-chips accrue. Bring pleasant talk … Continue reading →

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a thunderous welcome

Posted on July 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

Dream 1,823 (redux) He woke up with the Spinners’ “I’ll Be Around” ear-wigging his head. He had this dream 1,822 times since seeing the performance one Saturday morning in 1973. The gold and ruddy light of it. The smoking jackets … Continue reading →

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son of violence

Posted on July 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

I was a jackanapes in Sevastopol when sloth consumed me.Now I’m fagged on a stackof lighted pyre, the funeralin progress. I was the son of violence,and as begets one so highly skilled:a gun-licker & barrel-blowerwho shot off his own nose.My … Continue reading →

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in hype city

Posted on July 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

Hormone Brouhaha in Hype City Pleas go unheeded Plaster of Paris casts are discarded Pantunflas and precocity are abstracted in medical journals “Unblock Party: When you’re having trouble thinking of new ideas, go to one of your old ideas and … Continue reading →

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pierced her medulla

Posted on July 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Migraine Mary crashed. She was out of sorts after the apparition, but she recovered enough to do this on Saturday. She wrote: 07/24/21 I’m gonna remix the Shakespeare sonnet in today’s “Poem of the Day” email. I’m going to … Continue reading →

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it’s awful offal

Posted on July 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

Mary’s Baroque Personage Minimalist clap trap insouciance get away from my baroque personage. Someone once said they were transpecies extraordinaire, and someone cut in and quailed: surrender your gender; then an acerbic other cut in sniping: exploiters, exploiters, exploiters while … Continue reading →

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no one ever escapes

Posted on July 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

on 07/20/21 Mary made this collage in her journal… If properly designed the machine will kill and photograph us simultaneously. It could be a best seller! Oh, the schadenfreude we’ll feel the day a billionaire blows himself up rocketing toward … Continue reading →

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the imminent dissolve

Posted on July 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Flash Cut Before the Imminent Dissolve Mary has a budget of eleven nails—She scores her shy puppetOn a cross that revolves on the ceiling fan—In her austere grey room. “Between the ideaAnd the realityBetween the motionAnd the actFalls the … Continue reading →

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