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annealed

Posted on August 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

“I sometimes think of what future historians will say of us. A single sentence will suffice for modern man: he fornicated and read the papers. After that vigorous definition, the subject will be, if I may say so, exhausted.” — … Continue reading →

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tang of petroleum

Posted on July 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

2029 The air is sharp with the tang of petroleum and machine fluids. Tendrils of perfume pin prick the air. You follow that scent to the end of a street where the bodies are piled chest high. “So here’s my … Continue reading →

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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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