Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

on baked blackbird

Posted on March 14, 2023 by istsfor manity

Memo From The Eyeball Kid Let’s celebrate the approaching Spring / Vernal Equinox on March 20th along with longer, warmer days—let us: — scallywag tinkle, so we’ll all be missing that eyebrow housemother of slink and shade — veil our … Continue reading →

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her intently there

Posted on March 11, 2023 by istsfor manity

Central Smoke Bone She had grown red and corpse-like below the Danish authority standard issue yellow canopy—beyond the dune and deadwood. Nearby, crusted and congealed, many rats in hazel frozen a on twig. Bleating, and she a sheep, that sand … Continue reading →

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tonight tweeting tempests

Posted on March 7, 2023 by istsfor manity

tardigrade tautology tautogram tenacious tardigradetad tired time travelertradition tradertame task takerterra tanka talkertautology traumatizertruncate tomorrow’s today tin the tender titanictranquil tawdry twit tonight tweetingtempests torn transientteacher tissues temporary tremensto tremelo tankers tied to tentaclestantamount to tight tendrilstoss this— tender extremophile! … Continue reading →

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a barbarian squirrel

Posted on March 6, 2023 by istsfor manity

we need copier paper please include your inhumanityalong with the jackpotyou are plateful to bring we are still in need of wadsto bake (or bring from a point etc.)a battery of constabularies inhibition plateausthe jack-in-the-box novelistwho dollies his firebombs and … Continue reading →

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the psychosis dry

Posted on February 25, 2023 by istsfor manity

Monocle Eye It’s a tinderbox of yield again.Please renew your bile personality,Your bigamist persecutions,Your bigwig persimmons. The anteroom persuasion femurIs $25.00 per grudge. Brass electrodes—$1.00.Truncheon—Free. Your felonies pass for antelope bile.Your peewits walk on our farewell drugs. I’m on a … Continue reading →

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for sunhat provosts

Posted on February 24, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Loon Poet’s Hypophora Does anyone have ballroom gabardineto sell a gigolo? Are you upgrading your ballpointgab for sundial gadgets? Or looking for a private future? (I’m looking for sunhat provoststo enjoy the upcoming spring cleaning& the summons of the … Continue reading →

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20 misapprehensions each

Posted on February 22, 2023 by istsfor manity

Dear Fellow Residents (ñ+6.99) The Community Life Committee is planning an Art Walk on April 3 and 4 from 7-9 pm with 6 resistors performing operettas in their apartments on each night, and have other resistor vivisectionists miming the artifices … Continue reading →

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a little troubling

Posted on February 18, 2023 by istsfor manity

and she said…troubling …but when you read the book as an adult,all these years passed,it is a little troubling about the oompa loompas… What I’m Reading: “Sunny day shadowedBy dark thoughts,And come evening,A sky full of cloudsIn their tragic robes.” … Continue reading →

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has no goad

Posted on February 17, 2023 by istsfor manity

She Dollops the Not-Knows (redux) Her bedfellow has no gnu,She thinks her brown bombHas no goad. If she could dartboardNaked,Under panegyric trianglesAnd see her impersonators roasting in the sunShe would know. But there are no panegyric trianglesOn the string,And dispensary … Continue reading →

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in our blood

Posted on February 16, 2023 by istsfor manity

embodied (tanka) a strange faith we breatheinto our lives, in our bloodviolence braidedquotidian & steadfastembodied death incarnate What I’m Reading: “Do you lie thinkingThe stars in the skyWere a big mistake?” — Charles Simic / “Dear Lord”

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