Tag Archives: Paranoiac-Critical

not paid for (redux)

Posted on May 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Buzzards on Parade The twelfth day of the month was Copperhead Wednesday. Serpentine was the look we were going for. Beatific upper register notes is what Maria was reaching for: Ta da la ta da la dao, was what she … Continue reading →

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took to fisticuffs

Posted on May 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Tuneless Ballad of Rostay Toonany and Chemo Destrapè Clowns and claustrophobes both. Masters of microbes and microbiomes—and bonhomie. Too much probiotic nonsense squelching their wheelhouse one day, and they took to fisticuffs. Oh, what a dastardly day for all! … Continue reading →

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nice marmot, man

Posted on May 10, 2021 by istsfor manity

Overheard at the Bison Watering Hole Marmot: We don’t need no stinking Bison! Bison 1: What’s with him? Bison 2: Nice marmot, man. “The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your … Continue reading →

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crying never stopped

Posted on May 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

(Press the play button above and below to watch my short films: mother’s insides day & your mother here…) Manta Ray is All Right On the eve of her first Mother’s Day she dreamt she was trapped in the supplies … Continue reading →

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hand drawn scrawls

Posted on May 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

Late Stage Pandemic Dream Robert Smith is miming one of his early music videos. It sounds like “Fire in Cairo,” but it’s not. He’s jangling his guitar at the end of a narrow white tiled hallway which you note has … Continue reading →

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