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preyed upon schools

Posted on December 17, 2025 by istsfor manity

Sink — Alexa, how do we survive? — You, humans, are like preyed upon schools of fish — Hoping for safety in numbers.Let that sink in. What I’m Reading: Currently, about 831 million people live at or below the level … Continue reading →

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a penchant for pariah perplexes

Posted on November 19, 2024 by istsfor manity

(continued) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (v – viii) On the last day of 2019 he told me: “It was sometime in October of 1940, when Mom was a five-month-old fetus, that she developed the egg that would one … Continue reading →

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5th anniversary report

Posted on November 17, 2024 by istsfor manity

Thee Fifth Anniversary Report Thanks for being here. Thanks for reading. Thanks for looky-looing. Thanks to all who have passed through and checked out the project over the last five years of thee istsfor manity reader. The project has an odd … Continue reading →

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fifty clichés overlong

Posted on November 24, 2023 by istsfor manity

house unstable drift the globe on a pickaxeannotate your work with carcassesall palpitation and courthouses your peroration had the lithographtenderness of tenterhooks you play the gamelan tunedto the seventh tone and fiftyclichés overlong you gave thanks to the wrongideology / … Continue reading →

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straight-line gash

Posted on August 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Walkman Chronicle My father disappeared into the basement in search of the wine. Lois and I stood in the vestibule staring at each other. Silence. “Oh, darling, come here. I got some schmutz on your face,” Lois said. She … Continue reading →

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boxful-o-reverie

Posted on August 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Muted Video Feed Fugue No need to look at me while I write, she thinks—and what’s this mass of entropy floating next to me? It seems most people go off-camera for the writing bits, then so shall I, she said … Continue reading →

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your last day

Posted on August 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

Not Praiseworthy Predation “That Victorian cow is making my life miserable.” “Well you’re a Postmodern pig, so I guess that evens it all out doesn’t it?” “Why are you taking her side in this?” “Im not. You need to be … Continue reading →

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their wingless diaspora (redux)

Posted on July 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

You Can’t Fool the Fleas of the Revolution by Dr. Clodomira Garcia-Borges Cienfuegos, PhD “The absentminded conservator left the bestiary door open on his desk … the cavorting beasties escape one by one.” – J. Ignatius, “The Revolt of the … Continue reading →

felt unalterably stupid

Posted on June 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

Life After She woke up dumber in the new southern town than she had been in her northern home the last time she fell asleep. The intellectual disparity over those few sleepless days was astounding, many folks would later say: … Continue reading →

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a good waitron

Posted on May 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

Waiting Room Sitting in the radiology waiting room—double masked— with a handful of others assiduously avoiding eye contact. Staring into their phone screens, another mumbling through her mask something from the grocery list … make sure you don’t forget … … Continue reading →

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