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the colors blanched

Posted on February 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

eyeless and unctuous take my eyes i want them not there is nothing worth seeing in this world now the colors blanched everything i saw lost its definition it all went soft “Some live by love thy neighbor as thyself, … Continue reading →

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in a vise

Posted on February 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

head in a vise the seventeenth electroshock a peppery taste “So it is better to speak remembering we were never meant to survive.” — Audre Lorde / “A Litany for Survival”

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there’s a scrabbling

Posted on February 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

Diminished You were going to try to sleep but you stopped to read this. What was that choice predicated on? I hear murmuring coming from outside. Shadows flit out of the window frame. There’s a scrabbling at the window up … Continue reading →

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on my tuneage

Posted on February 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

Sometimes Unfinished Music Sometimes I am asked to clarify my position and I say I’m equidistant to roil and root. Sometimes I am asked to qualify what I mean and I say this hand is love and this hand is … Continue reading →

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is teething contagious?

Posted on February 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

wartseller banshee: or, unitary flarf #222 (re: flarfish harvest no.1 / 2021) Banshee posted a birthday wish Successful bidder will get a wart. Believing it would unleash a Truck trailer and find myself double sad pay me with terror through … Continue reading →

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was never our$

Posted on February 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

get to one hundred before you get to ten, read the relegation table, tabulate the hü hüsker something is afoot, something’s always been afoot, and lo and behold (!) after all this time something has to be done … … … Continue reading →

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is a canker

Posted on February 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

Toadeater Madness Stop thinking out of your flask, and drink-in some sense for a change. Guttural palavering bridges no connection another caring human can manage. What you say? Lickspittles to madness. Stop posturing. Your people are burning toddler’s wooden blocks … Continue reading →

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of our delusion

Posted on February 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

overload captives of our own conditioning we must short circuit the fuses we must smoke ourselves out of our delusion or nothing will cleanse us “No one is going to give you the education you need to overthrow them.” — … Continue reading →

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between sharpened incisors

Posted on February 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

Envoi / Envoy I would like this poem  to be an envoy — Bearing a gap-toothed smile between sharpened incisors … What I’m Reading, or: What I Just Finished Reading (a continuing series) A Dialogue / James Baldwin & Nikki … Continue reading →

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for cannon fodder

Posted on February 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

surely someone you can tease out a great chain of being based on that? I will not eat my rabbit pellets as prescribed, I will eat meat. Give me a definition as long as is the body of what I … Continue reading →

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