Tag Archives: Dada

sold us all

Posted on October 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

black matte spray collimate ii. at the museum of digest feminismBoccaccio quotes have been stricken thru the time to digress was then—sometime in the 14th century wrought in yersinia pestis yellow and arte della lana blue— centuries before its gabardine … Continue reading →

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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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detune détente detonate

Posted on June 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

dada death ddedebtd.e.a. detoxdetunedétentedetonatedetonatordetonation deordinationdeontologicaldeoxygenateddepalatalizationdepartmentalizedespiritualization dada dada dada dadadeath “Dada is like your hopes: nothinglike your paradise: nothinglike your idols: nothinglike your heroes: nothinglike your artists: nothinglike your religions: nothing” — Francis Picabia / Manifeste Cannibale Dada

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