Tag Archives: Paranoiac-Critical

of the phosphenes

Posted on January 21, 2026 by istsfor manity

(the avatar of the atavist) the avatar of the atavistthe flange of the falangistthe love of the loveless the urea in your urinethe dread of the dreadnoughtthe mares in your nightmares these are a few of the thingsthese are a … Continue reading →

the awful offal

Posted on January 20, 2026 by istsfor manity

Box Breathing I am a stuffed ghostWithout natural breathI work on box breathing I am a scarecrowSee me waste throughout the seasonSee my headpiece fritter away Murders of crows blacken the skyHear the caw caw cacklesSee the darkness alight Smell … Continue reading →

anonymous and circumstantial

Posted on January 19, 2026 by istsfor manity

wee underhand tinker the keynotes of a deficiency with a wee underhandheighten the exertion by magnitudes of ephemerahide-and-seek the tumults of your well-worn dissolutionyour distractions are treacherous — more so in their new wrappingsyou evoke the predictable incompleteness of subaltern … Continue reading →

not above them

Posted on January 18, 2026 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week A poem, while it can expose us to ourimagining selves, can also trick us into imaginingourselves as something beyond our behaviors. — Prageeta Sharma / “Friendment” I kept a picture of Stalin by … Continue reading →

window baton candy

Posted on January 17, 2026 by istsfor manity

dark work tanka briar worms for boysnab schoolfellows at dark work:hide-and-seek with ICEtruncheon and tear gas hopscotchwindow baton candy crush (y’all come back now, ya hear!) What I’m Reading: The violent confrontation that Trump craves most is the war at … Continue reading →

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to content ourselves

Posted on January 16, 2026 by istsfor manity

Sojourn The sign read: Gonorrhoea Biddy Broth Made Naturally. We didn’t know what that meant. Fascination. We checked dictionaries, schoolbooks, online encyclopedias. Nothing. We were the idle ancestors of immoralities. We had ambient sounds doing our bidding. We snaked and … Continue reading →

douse the smell

Posted on January 15, 2026 by istsfor manity

Petrichor (23 to 9) See more ideas about black and white:the dramatic effect of contrasting areaspictures taken on January 14th,when the deus ex machina fell through the trapdoorinto the charnel house. See deus roll among the flakyfillets doused in slightly … Continue reading →

eat the burglary

Posted on January 14, 2026 by istsfor manity

reluctance + rigmarole a welfare check on my chickpeasbankruptcy pulls me from a restraint on my stoopa clue found in my miniature espresso my neurons are frayedthere’s a peanut in my membranethe hangout heavy airguns are hard to beat silt … Continue reading →

aiming to incriminate

Posted on January 13, 2026 by istsfor manity

Hinderance (He’s) seeping through your house inside the subconscious — gaps in our understanding. HELP ME Get into the workroom amongst the lowercase catchwords. Once more, they’re ready to mug the confines of our clothing to carry on their sizzles. … Continue reading →

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sacred but voracious

Posted on January 12, 2026 by istsfor manity

White Elephants (Nightmare 7a) So he goes on this monologue telling me why I want to avoid becoming the white elephant at the company. He said, “it was too revered to be a beast of burden: the white elephant earned … Continue reading →