Tag Archives: Random Sights with Signs

of emollient sorrow

Posted on July 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Where You Live Render to paste the place where you liveBefore your time runs short—And it does run short with each passingDay. Apply that pasteOf emollient sorrowTo your face scoured by experience.Human sickness never quells—The condition remains—no oneWill come to … Continue reading →

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a totalitarian turd

Posted on July 10, 2021 by istsfor manity

More praise for the thee istsfor manity reader: “Please, make it stop!”— Lit Blub magazine “I suffered from a severe case of leopard spotting, it led to a loss of jobs, family, and friends. Reading the thee istsfor manity reader … 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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dead gossamer words

Posted on July 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

3/5 x 7/4 Haiku RedWhiteBlue idealsForged in dead gossamer wordsThree/fifths of a sin “Every nation is scared of the truth of what they have done to others.” — Charles Simic / The Monster Loves His Labyrinth

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assignation as anticipated

Posted on July 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

Assonance Anthem Please remain standing: An alternative alliterativeAttraction awaits asseverationsAxiomatic at an approximateAssignation as anticipated. (Three full minutes of WHITE noise) Now … on with your life as usual. “Nothing is more real than nothing.” — Samuel Beckett / Malone … Continue reading →

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a cloacal flow

Posted on July 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

(from empty bedchambers) from empty bedchambersthe former leader speaksa cloacal flow “It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.” — Gabriel Garcia Marquez / Memories of My … Continue reading →

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accretion disk keen

Posted on June 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

Entropy Schmentropy She was crowned Queen of the Universe The Anti-Christ teetered at the edge of the balance beamon the cusp of spacetime A crowd gathered on the accretion disk keenfor a victor The supergiant elliptical galaxy IC 1101 was … Continue reading →

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blood and betrayal

Posted on June 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

case #63 (redux) if i jaywalkedwould you wax lyric and macrophagic? a stay at home order is extendedyou never stop writing even when you’re not writingviral loads and virtual loafsyou don’t post when there’s another temporary stop gap to appease … Continue reading →

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to the decompression

Posted on June 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Longest Day The smoke trees blared their summer green. There was deliberation in her fibrillation. Her heart fluttered like an insensate butterfly—heliotropic, yet abjured to the sun. The world is my pistil, she said—a fluttering cavorting beastie—a moment of … 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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