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it’s awful offal

Posted on July 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

Mary’s Baroque Personage Minimalist clap trap insouciance get away from my baroque personage. Someone once said they were transpecies extraordinaire, and someone cut in and quailed: surrender your gender; then an acerbic other cut in sniping: exploiters, exploiters, exploiters while … Continue reading →

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no one ever escapes

Posted on July 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

on 07/20/21 Mary made this collage in her journal… If properly designed the machine will kill and photograph us simultaneously. It could be a best seller! Oh, the schadenfreude we’ll feel the day a billionaire blows himself up rocketing toward … Continue reading →

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to the barren

Posted on July 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Sunday Comes Along Again Keening and careening she went.You’ve made the supreme sacrifice, shereasoned. Not for financial gain,but because the pursuit of knowledgeis itself noble. Or was it that she was listeningto Dead Can Dance too loudlyin her earbuds? It … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on July 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

duress administered & duress received the viridium-iridium dry cry listening to silence is, in itself, listening to something “To resist in place is to make oneself into a shape that cannot so easily be appropriated by a capitalist value system.” … Continue reading →

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interlude iii:

Posted on June 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

Department of Returns Department of Retinues Department of Retinas “And the eggs, they’re always cheaperThe day after EasterAnd I know, oh, I knowIt must be hard to pass ’em by” — Squid / “Documentary Filmmaker”

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ignition doesn’t catch

Posted on June 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Muzz of Voices (Sorta’ Redux SoFla Version) She understands nothing. She tries, squint-eyed, to turn her brain over. Without spark, the ignition doesn’t catch. She sees herself, monochromatic, on the screen of her childhood 1974 Panasonic TV. Her father … Continue reading →

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she gave him

Posted on May 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Gas He gave her gas. She gave him the schpilkes. “You have to quit confusing a madness with a mission.” — Flannery O’Connor / The Violent Bear It Away

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a nervous shadow

Posted on May 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Nervous Shadow Approaches “I don’t have to run from anything because I don’t believe in anything.” — Flannery O’Connor / Wise Blood

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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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