Tag Archives: Photography

felled corroded apparatus

Posted on January 18, 2025 by istsfor manity

Janus Faced Poetaster In preparing for being deemed expendable the Janus Faced poetaster reengaged with thee heart palpitations that had remained unfinishable in stymie style yogi times—floating in and out of consonants.  The taloned ass called these “dust burnished ideas.” … Continue reading →

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tortured poet profound

Posted on January 17, 2025 by istsfor manity

laurel to fig (senseless) look mister, play the heathen woodwindin keeping with the fatherlandwith observatories & non-permanencewith your alluringly detached genderthe cathode for the big american weapon splinter your sphincter exerting a supernaturalinhibition over your farthings and flip-flopsa patisserie a … Continue reading →

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leave the planet

Posted on January 16, 2025 by istsfor manity

Yeasty Things haven’t been exactly yeasty, I said. You mean easy?  Listen, I’m going through a sloughing. I remit what I can’t desist, I said. She played the intro to the TV show Lost in Space on her detuned Farfisa. … Continue reading →

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slice before sanguinary 

Posted on January 15, 2025 by istsfor manity

/ + (soy yo autoretrato) I am the day’s encryption /I am nylon whir on fetid skronk /I am must + disequilibrium /I am growth opportunity /I am terror in the grass /I am green bastion in silence /I am … Continue reading →

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art-i-ficial

Posted on January 14, 2025 by istsfor manity

flarfish 17(c): simulacrum marcela (redux) (Spanish to Persian to English translation version via Google Translate with Google sculpting) Inducing a pileated simulacrum—This very large & important evidence of thepotential impact of gravitational loads &Levitational toadstools: PileusBrimless &Thesis paper joyless. Circean … Continue reading →

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something of love

Posted on January 13, 2025 by istsfor manity

the skin sack (recursion) I know not where the primordial matter in the skin sack I’m in intends to go . . . I do know that I’m doing the best that I can. I know despoilment.  I know the … Continue reading →

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violence is unjustifiable

Posted on January 12, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Without poetry, it’s possible that violence would be the norm, the steady state, but because poems exist, all violence is unjustifiable, is monstrous. — Raúl Zurita / INRI I listened to some invisible birdrattling … Continue reading →

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in film fragments

Posted on January 11, 2025 by istsfor manity

some no reason in flim fragments i move through the wounds • inside • untethered • a driving bellyache yellow • red 40 blue 2 • jaunty angel song slowed to sludgecore • sludgecore speeds to screed • a thoroughfare … Continue reading →

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existing is waiting

Posted on January 10, 2025 by istsfor manity

Bring to a Boil (before making soup) Nothing new to act on this old but I never wait for the firestorm exercise good judgment wait for want want to want want to wait. Want to write what to write you’ve … Continue reading →

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try the bipedalon 

Posted on January 9, 2025 by istsfor manity

A Long Quadrennial This is not a planet you want to be on—trying to make sequins of the ineffable. Try the bipedalon—cedar straightaways—and sprinkle my flaymakers. This is not a planet you want to be on—layer the burrs on the … Continue reading →

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