Tag Archives: Random Sights with Signs

not paid for (redux)

Posted on May 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Buzzards on Parade The twelfth day of the month was Copperhead Wednesday. Serpentine was the look we were going for. Beatific upper register notes is what Maria was reaching for: Ta da la ta da la dao, was what she … Continue reading →

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took to fisticuffs

Posted on May 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Tuneless Ballad of Rostay Toonany and Chemo Destrapè Clowns and claustrophobes both. Masters of microbes and microbiomes—and bonhomie. Too much probiotic nonsense squelching their wheelhouse one day, and they took to fisticuffs. Oh, what a dastardly day for all! … Continue reading →

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go go go

Posted on May 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Walk! Walk! Go west, go east. Just go, go, go. Get up. Get out. Get moving. Peripatetic be your word. Bump! Groove. Make way and scoot along. This place will grow moss on your backside. Don’t backslide. Get moving, man. … Continue reading →

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hand drawn scrawls

Posted on May 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

Late Stage Pandemic Dream Robert Smith is miming one of his early music videos. It sounds like “Fire in Cairo,” but it’s not. He’s jangling his guitar at the end of a narrow white tiled hallway which you note has … Continue reading →

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or your spleen

Posted on April 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

A merry place to lose an eyeball or your spleen. Being splenetic was only the half of it. There was no self awareness. “Lesson Ten: Poets, forget the classical meters, except if it’s to keep you above the breadline.” — … Continue reading →

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shot she shot

Posted on April 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

SLR It was an aversion that grew out of a childhood compulsion to read every interpretive sign she came across on family vacations and school field trips. She began back in the analog age on a single lens reflex camera, … Continue reading →

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welt on your

Posted on March 31, 2021 by istsfor manity

Beyond Grammar Clothes hoist. They can’t stop every time it gets windy or they’ll never finish the job. Don’t disturb Papa. He’ll rage out of the room and throw darts at us. I wish we had never given him that … Continue reading →

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