Tag Archives: William S. Burroughs

5th anniversary report

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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rejoice our dead

Celibates and Paraphiliacs (“So on this Day of the Dead”) Sustain yourself with necro-normative inclinations, make use of what you consume, trap your inner child in an iron maiden. Spend time with your inner critic’s internal monologues parsing the sections … Continue reading

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inability to adapt

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “I’m not into resolutions—though I understand why people like them. Every revolution of a circle brings with it something like another chance to step into our own stories differently. It’s also true every … Continue reading

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super-sized syzygy

Instead of I Love You I’d rather say… My heart, a meatgrinder pulse in your cosmic stew churns out galaxies of beatpoet farrago. Each beat splicing and fractionating you into every nightmare, every delirium, every synaptic Fata Morgana. You’re the … Continue reading

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sour broiling turkey

Hegemonic Extirpation Day Blues A litter of puppies feeding in the corner of the living room. Dried shit streaked on the bathroom towels. The, too-early, Christmas tree is canted and some of the ornaments are unfurling their covers revealing the … Continue reading

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