Tag Archives: Experimental something

our full nappies

Posted on January 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Captious Email (Run thru the n+1 ~ n+15 Generator) Hi X, I wanted to context the menages of my grudge, so as to clarify which quilts we would be researching individually so as to avoid oversight. Not all the … Continue reading →

with the timpanist

Posted on January 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

Entheogens and Tongues Jonquil at the sidebar saw them dromedary away. His rove faction was enigmatic as a godson’s, his clear obscene eye-openers showed no envy. The holyspirit left before the prologue. “You are good, you are,” he trills in … Continue reading →

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her fink hairpiece

Posted on January 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Soldering in Public Digression The other woodcutter was kinsman but indurated. Joe! his faction! is he sidecar?” The faction was gray and slack as dirty snowmen taking his armhole. “Thanks, buffer,” said the third mandible, in a private’s university, whose … Continue reading →

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please call often

Posted on December 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

Press the play button above to watch my short film “it’s my birthday, too, yeah!” (1:10) Fugu-Flaker The days whir and zone by—fast as light—light / dark, light / dark, light / dark (so mournfully dark), light/ dark, light … … Continue reading →

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happy three to thee

Posted on November 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

huh? wha’? wha’ happened?! While I wasn’t paying attention this endeavor turned two years old, on 11/17/21, and quickly shifted into its third year of existence … Hey, hurray, harrumph! This is still: thee istsfor manity reader And this remains … Continue reading →

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ooo baca foo

Posted on November 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

Ghostwriter, Motorcycle Hero, Appears and Disappears, Disinterested or Shocked, or: The Writerly A.I. Acquires a Moralistic Streak and Leaves Its Aurthorial Responsibility Behind A small group of kids stand gathered in a circle in a pizza parlor in a sleepy … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on October 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

“We rub blistersover billows of leaf smoke. Or stand alone,bagging gold for the cold days to come.” — David Baker / “Neighbors in October”

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someone muttering bummer

Posted on September 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

Jodhpurs & Jujyfruits There are blocks everyday. People die everyday. There is gothic organ music swelling and ebbing in the ether. There is someone muttering “bummer” nearby and the smell of acrid pot wafting on an eddy of warm wind … Continue reading →

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forecasts and promises

Posted on September 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

trash dash: manhattan iv overheard in the uzbek restaurant…wayward talk of chile and ecuador, the prime stops on the silk road, techniques of the boustrophedon, raging poppy fields, too much hashthe one-upmanship sharp…peripatetic call and response about the tang and … Continue reading →

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a skeezy text

Posted on September 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Flying Fiction Fraud / Screening Nonsense from the Snow I am really obsessedwith the texture of your body So when elements of my torturedmale narcisism despair I happily fathera wonderful futurein Hades I want to write a skeezy textin … Continue reading →

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