Ad A Mbol Enb Uagh

Yeah, this is my tiny little cubbyhole and I intend to clutter it as much as I can as quickly as possible.

Facts, links, stats, and assorted anatomy:

• My home address is cimjindy at dwave.net
• My new road addy is Subjectivereality at hotmail.com
• I'm awful about replying, so hey, its a gamble.
• AllSoRad page: MetaAdam

Tacky message space: comments, queries, feedback, and loving abuse goes here:

• Lyrics + Adam = quotes:

 wherefore is here loneliness?;
 infinite hollowness
 in which my thoughts echo,
 to the shadows i whisper -
 with the shadows i waltz -
 bear me; i am not the plague,
 altho' nightclad death ... mayhap

-Theatre of Tragedy, As the Shadows Dance

 There hath past away a glore fro the earth;
 A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,
 Men dementéd - blinfoldéd by light,
 Flourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths.
 Might I too was blindfoldéd ere,
 Tho' years have master'd me
 A masque of this to fashion:
 Sëer blest, thou best philosopher

-Theatre of Tragedy, And When He Falleth

assorted wisdom, scripted doodles, late night dementia, early morning sanity.

There's a time and a place where the Llama grows green and the sweat curtain drips over the horizon like a spray painted representation of today's youth.. Must we do all your dirty work mister smith, yes sir yes sir three pints full. Dejectia ad libum, the language of life. Taste the bitter nectar of your victory. Taste the sweet bile of your insecurity. No fate no illusion no cancer. Oh wait, too late, always shall thee fornicate. By the nine corners do I bind me. I bind me to repent thine flaws and herald thine exemplary fantastications. Love under will, love shall be the whole of the law. When I think Goetia, I think of that ucky shit demon from Dogma. Dumb dumb dumb. That'll bite me in the ass someday. They're more like the demon from Fallen, I'm sure. Or maybe more like those nightmares you never remember. Sick thought, that. Responsibility for one's actions or the blissful nullvoid of psychotically induced otherwordly paranoia? Taco taco, two for a dollar, step right up mate. Romance is a many headed dragon. Hark the harold, behold his glorious moment abroad, on wings of tangerine, trumpeting his mighty call to arms. Equip your bagel, spread your cheese. Delight in universal charities. Smoke and smoke alike. We need new porno. United we stand divided we make do. Take this dove for example. White wings, soft, pearly, a delicate sculpture of feather and flesh. This is your brain. This is your brain on Zen. Any questions? Round about this time, our hero decided to abandon humanity and leave us all to quote "our own bloody plight." Zipping through the trees like a mad wobberdash on crack, hellbent on nothing short of a plush elvis doll, your next incarnation leaps across the plains of Africa in search of your hearts' desire. Rum bum biddy, lets stop for a diddy. One continious line, never stop, never stop, keep the life rolling. I've got the ball, you've got the bomb. It's a standoff. A test of character. A test of intelligence. Keen wit against keen, well, whatever I have. Harken to the. .er, and bingo was his name o. Really now, what kind of fool do you take me for? You don't know me, you can't begin to know me. My best friends are the ones who understand this. My best friends are the ones who understand this about themselves. Ambiguity is a saving grace. Evil is a snack dip. Do not meddle in the affairs of teens. . What is best left unsaid will, undoubtedly, be screamed for all to hear. So just let it out now in the dark, in the shadows, with only this small gathering to hear, to judge. Bring the pandas to the zoo said the wise man Cho, and perhaps, yes, you will get your wish. Abjectia. Sexuality is a state of mind. I think that we're all, deep down, completely entirely androgynous. Do that thing you do. Spin the bottle and kiss a smurf. Don't ever quote me again. You can never take me within context. The beauty of these words rely solely on your ability to grok them. The less you do, the prettier the font becomes. Everyone falls from grace, sooner or later- fuck the system and DIVE. Tangerine wings, he had. .oh what a beauty. Vague references to a time best left at the side of the road, a dejected hitchhiker on a rainy afternoon. Real magick is simple. It's the moral issues that'll kill a person. Ever wonder if it's really just you out there? If everyone else is just a little squiggle on your etchasketchboardoflife? Well its true. You're all alone. . .sourounded by stuffed animals, stuffed friends, stuffed family. You popped a placebo. Hey, wait, don't get all teary eyed. It's not the end of your world. Yet. Blue is my favorite color. It's the color of my dreams, of my cry, of my laugh. Its good poop, you know. Dark dark blue. It's such a dramatic color, tho. Drama is such a waste. Inner drama is a lot of fun. It's life. But drama out there, with all those stuffed animals and people. . .now that's just a waste of time. Pull the phonejack, chop me offline, stop the words, silence my curiosity. Who knows where my ivory white keyboard will lead us next. Carlos Casteneda said it best, but unfortunately I wasn't listening at the time I read him say it. For a book or poem to change your life, you must be willing to change prior to reading it. The change comes from within. The words, the prose, are simply a match to light your fire. I use the groove to allude to things I have to say. There's a time and a place we hide behind. Fashion is as fashion does. Transperency is only skin deep. Nueroticae, eroticae, and fire make for thee perfecte menage trios. I was eloquent for long time, but, like, it sucked, ya know? Control is a valuable illusion. Once you've got it, guard it well. The wind talks back. Reality, magick, ego, morality- all is subjective. There is no truth. Faith in chaos. Infinite posibilities, all equally true as false. I'm not happy, but I'm having fun.