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(A)(D)(A)(M)

The best lack all conviction... -- W.B. Yeats

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So it's like this... I  don't have time for flowery words or putting things I need to say in prose. This is going to be a quick burn, there will be no editing here... I have little time. What you...
Posted by (A)(D)(A)(M) on Thu, 25 May 2006 09:01:00 PST

Time for bed

Insomnia stalking like a jilted loved with scores to settle. Whilst the rest of you slumber through the wee hours of the morning; I sit here on a velvet couch listening to noises that should be accent...
Posted by (A)(D)(A)(M) on Tue, 18 Apr 2006 02:40:00 PST

Fut the Whuck..?

Returning to Los Angeles after a weekend spent sliding down snow covered mountains everything seems just a little harsher. The contrast of busy streets, busier people and clean white sheets of powder,...
Posted by (A)(D)(A)(M) on Thu, 23 Feb 2006 08:39:00 PST

Semierect-revolution

Imagine if you will, ten thousand sneakered feet shuffling uncertainly towards the heart of Hollywood. The shoes in attendance are cheap and made by a tweenager in Vietnam for the same amount of money...
Posted by (A)(D)(A)(M) on Wed, 01 Feb 2006 11:36:00 PST

Random Mind Droppings

Unseen waves dancing through the ALL, Phantom connections unseen, Rising through the fall,   One string, Unseen, Links you to him and her to me,   An idea more than brain chemistry, C...
Posted by (A)(D)(A)(M) on Fri, 20 Jan 2006 11:17:00 PST

Me my pen and all my yesterdays...

Waking to a morning that has long since come to pass. I search for the words that used to flow like microwaved honey yet none come to my pen. How long will the dry spell last? How long will my adjecti...
Posted by (A)(D)(A)(M) on Mon, 28 Nov 2005 11:50:00 PST

At play in the fields of the horde

The early morning dew still rests lightly on the black granite subway entrance. Commuters wipe the eyeschmagma away and step out into the cacophony of sound and light. A million and one blinking ...
Posted by (A)(D)(A)(M) on Fri, 11 Nov 2005 05:54:00 PST