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Tumblevision #31

Grimacin’ in the Rain. by TONY SINGLE © All rights reserved 2025

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TATI's AND TONY's DEAD POET TOUR // Pig by Rudyard Kipling

Go, stalk the red deer o’er the heather, Ride, follow the fox if you can! But, for pleasure and profit together, Allow me the hunting of Man, The chase of the Human, the search for the Soul To its ruin, the hunting of Man. by RUDYARD KIPLING (1865-1936) Public Domain Poetry

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maggots are gutting america

there’s nothing left to see in that vale of vile fenestration there’s nothing left to say we did you once we’ll do you twice only you are to blame the hearty molestations of our collective indifference are the consequence of your consent you dare to lift reproachful eyes against us you put your fist in the mouth of truth hoping to silence us forever but what is truth apart from what we say had…

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clusterfuck summit

tati says it’s time to replace ‘spanish shame’ with ‘american shame’ or, more accurately, ‘maga’— ‘moscow agent grifting america’ are you happy, fat elephants rolling out the red carpet for this political circus this baked alaska of fascism tony says it’s time to get real the butchers of bucha want more putin-khulyo & thin-skin trump a shit lord stroll between the bodies ahem, pechenegs &…

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GUEST POST // Mooooove On, You Little Fly by yassy

Mooooooooove on, you little fly You will sit your little behind on my poo ( cow dung ) Then sit yourself on my teets The milk that goes into the milkman’s pail will have extra treats.. by YASSY © All rights reserved 2025

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sunday morning television

they spake from on high & answered questions you never even asked they spat from on high & they did not care that you were bareheaded they were three in one a shining countenance that burned away all souls like an atomic bomb to the right of them a grinning glad lad that entangled all minds like a poison ivy to the left of them a scowling bag hag that finagled all eyes in a barbwire birdcage they…

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WORDS LIVE ON // Artem Dovhopolyi

Down through the ages, Russia has tried to kill the Ukrainian identity. They have done everything to present Ukraine as the rural outskirts of the ‘great, educated and advanced’ Russian empire. But the ones who proclaimed themselves enlighteners were merely butchers, murderers. They did everything they could to erase Ukrainian culture, traditions, and even the Ukrainian language itself. And they…

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squamating games

i don’t wanna agree just to keep the peace don’t gotta force myself to bend to your crease it would be better for you to desist & cease so i’m no longer subject to your caprice just ‘cos i’m a lady don’t make you my superhero just a supervillain in other words, i would like you to sod off before this turns into a lifelong stand-off something ’bout your face really puts me off like it’s not your…

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nigredo moth song

you are the clinging taken flight ev’ry night at behest of gaslight a shadow’s veil o’er pale lea froing ev’ry where with ev’ry care a full-wing’d catastrophe expell’d from skeet cocoon & still not yet fully bloom’d unaliv’d to breathe again into hallow’d dustings of lung & wing the flame, they say, casts a treacherous spell but you’ll scudder through like you always do prevail somehow, wee…

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Tumblevision #30

Poppie’s delights! by TONY SINGLE © All rights reserved 2025

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TATI's AND TONY's DEAD POET TOUR // Yesterdays by Abram Joseph Ryan

Gone! and they return no more, But they leave a light in the heart; The murmur of waves that kiss a shore Will never, I know, depart. Gone! yet with us still they stay, And their memories throb through life; The music that hushes or stirs to-day, Is toned by their calm or strife. Gone! and yet they never go! We kneel at the shrine of time: ‘Tis a mystery no man may know, Nor tell in a poet’s…

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GUEST POST // Talking in Code by Whitecatgrove

Lay down, lay down, antlers fallen from the crown. A king falls, a doe dies, and wise the mouse who makes his house in the moss! O the cost of this solitary life — paid out in blood and mountaintops, the coin of misunderstandings. The warbler cannot understand the mockingbird’s almost-speech. I’m tired. I’m talking in code. The deer’s wild heart beats its mighty last. This too shall pass. The…

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hysteria

fie, oh fie for shame god neglects to dry the tears of fae, fie for shame fain would fae grow tall with all that dotage entail when time doth reap all the envigored life assail turneth youth to rufous grail fie, oh fie for shame that void would swallow all tears of fae, fie we fall by TONY SINGLE © All rights reserved 2024

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the silver tongue choir

don’t consider every poet a messiah but, rather, a pretty sounding liar the snivelling, hysterical jeremiah was one such example don’t consider every poet a liar but, rather, a pathetic pariah who’ll burn in the almighty’s holy fire fuelled by his urine sample don’t consider every poet a pariah but, rather, a copious arse licking choir worshipping elites with sexual desire thirty pieces of silver…

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WORDS LIVE ON // Hennadii Havryliv

Down through the ages, Russia has tried to kill the Ukrainian identity. They have done everything to present Ukraine as the rural outskirts of the ‘great, educated and advanced’ Russian empire. But the ones who proclaimed themselves enlighteners were merely butchers, murderers. They did everything they could to erase Ukrainian culture, traditions, and even the Ukrainian language itself. And they…

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we were glossolalian

did you know this song was written for you for my halves both & what we heathen were we didn’t need always hold us inside for three to abide each breath’s suppression of rising horror foretold our last for to rot in our shells still in these spaces we let love abide while we could abide & the treetops swayed throughout all our days now their roots reach down into our decay the nourishment of our…

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Tumblevision #29

Screaming in silence. by TONY SINGLE © All rights reserved 2025