Squandered "us" they've been distilled

Art needn't concern itself with explanations. No excuse or goodly feeling should ever be offered in compromise of its expressive power.
That is what it is right, expression? Expression of my heart and her soul and the overflow of his entire being. It is "us" and we offer that part-of-"us" birth. We give it (if we have guts enough...To all who have eyes or ears or tongue or nose or nerves, those who can be persuaded to feel and smell and taste and hear and see) an existence.

some live in a sterile place, one of cold metal and white skin (or it may be orange if the one is a teenage girl). They live without "being" they've escaped our song. They are still, or if you feel in the mood for a good analogy...Distilled. Take a wonderfully dirty human being, dreaded hair and tattered soles. Take off their cowboy hat, bleach the skin, unwrap their khrama, belittle their dignity, remove their moccasin, confound their pride, create one more, combine the pieces.

peace,
Adam

"Voices of the Shadows and the Runaways"

last night

went to work and got a big blister on my left pinky toe, the shoes i wore were too small. I closed at work and it took far too long, mary is a slow one. getting home i talked to donovan for a while and it was cool. its good get others opinions on matters of the "next." tonight he and i are hangin out as we have not done this in many moons, or tides, or days. then i had a wonderful conversation of clarity with a wonderful person. coming inside josh, daniel and donovan were all trying on a pair of girl pants, this was no normal pair, they were like latex to their legs, disgusting.

before the night i got a car. just shy of teal, he is a Geo Metro LSI and has been dubbed Chittum. i have been loaned $2000 and now need to sell my van to pay it back.

i need to get ready for work but the bathroom is in use. excuse me while i barge.
adamus maxiumus