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no one knows

Posted on August 3, 2023 by istsfor manity

Hostage (Ukiah / Recurring) Head bound with electric tape—Mario / hostage / Asphyxiates in the dark. A business deal gone sour?To this day, no one knows why. What I’m Reading: “I don’t believe in God. Can you understand that? Look … Continue reading →

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five views inside a canker

Posted on August 2, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “The darker picture is always the correct one. When you read the history of the world you are reading a saga of bloodshed and greed and folly the import of which is impossible to ignore. And yet … Continue reading →

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i am eye

Posted on August 1, 2023 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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day of departure

Posted on July 31, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read Last Week “The sourball of every revolution: after the revolution, who’s going to pick up the garbage on Monday morning?” — Mierle Laderman Ukeles / Manifesto for Maintenance Art “Everything I need to know grows … Continue reading →

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a dog castle

Posted on July 30, 2023 by istsfor manity

Overheard at the Experimental Music Festival (Saturday & Last Edition) There’s a spider in there. It looks like it died… I don’t even know what that means anymore… Some guy in Japan spent a fuck ton of money to build … Continue reading →

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look like crap

Posted on July 29, 2023 by istsfor manity

Overheard at the Experimental Music Festival (Friday Edition) I warn you, my cat likes to sleep on people… P.M.S.—stands for “putting up with male shit…” The skill set that I have is so unique… I look like crap… Are you … Continue reading →

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at the festival

Posted on July 28, 2023 by istsfor manity

Overheard at the Experimental Music Festival (Thursday Night Edition) It’s in ancient Greek and you would not understand… Oh, John has such a refined ear—he can tell you if it’s in the seventh… I have my own studio. I’m poor, … Continue reading →

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at your heels

Posted on July 27, 2023 by istsfor manity

Graupel Graupel? How could there be the slightest hint of graupel during two 70-degree days in mid-January? We’ll soon be burning in a hellish wasteland—so why bother? Just keep moving forward. Get going—it’s worthwhile to roll your boulder up the … Continue reading →

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rush gain ground

Posted on July 26, 2023 by istsfor manity

“wolves, lower” (found tanka) the mountains sheetedice and snow silent and tautsnow peaks cut the skythe steaming wolves—rush—gain groundtaking of life forbidden What I’m Reading: “For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for … Continue reading →

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a few teeth

Posted on July 25, 2023 by istsfor manity

Crown No. 14 (redux) I sat down brusquely on the dentist’s chair feeling I was about to get routed in some manner. Mint green all about the place. The trickling of water somewhere by my knees. “Do you want the … Continue reading →

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