Tag Archives: The Fall

hourly at :23

Posted on January 18, 2024 by istsfor manity

We Ask … of Divination Dear Residents, We ask of divination no deviation from devotion to the caw and cedilla. We ask that you please use cedar chips while entering the garage as the bullfight ring and kitty litter obscure … Continue reading →

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the autumn winds

Posted on October 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

in my neighborhood pt. 16 What I’m Reading: “The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime.” — Wallace Stevens / “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”

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the autumn tree

Posted on October 8, 2022 by istsfor manity

in my neighborhood pt. 15 What I’m Reading: “Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;Lengthen night and shorten day;Every leaf speaks bliss to meFluttering from the autumn tree.” — Emily Brontë / “Fall, leaves, fall”

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in my neighborhood

Posted on November 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

If you took a mondegreen and somehow made it a spondee … would grass grow from its base and spread a towering canopy from its expanding branches … and throw us into shadow for two/thirds of the year? A gutbucket … Continue reading →

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finest quality feces

Posted on March 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

https://youtu.be/yQqx-x6CeqE Weird to be Wired Teofilo: Don’t be a putz with the futzing about, you mung nut. Pass me the spud gasket. Bob: Shut up! Your voice is sharp as a yeast infection. Teofilo: Tangy, is it? Bob: Hey, did … Continue reading →

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