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Manufactured Cynicism

A Story by N. Hadley

There is so much manufactured, superficial cynicism in the world today. The idiots wield it as fact - “Are we an honest society?” a teac..

Terracotta

A Poem by N. Hadley

Twenty-seven figureheads with face made of clay. Grand potters shape them, every which way - Today Jane is a saintess,tomorrow she's a s**t. Jo..

Awaken the Architecture

A Poem by N. Hadley

Imbue the brain with unholy electrical burst. Awaken the architecture of mummified circuits within. Roused from sequestered sepulchers on gray ..

Sunken Ship

A Poem by N. Hadley

No one listens to the mother her religion is now irrelevant - a sunken ship in an infinite ship graveyard. Shunned by divers and treasure seek..

Watching Grass Grow

A Poem by N. Hadley

When did we get boring and miserable? Was it when our legs sprouted into trees overnight and our arms into branches? Was it when we noticed our ..

Build

A Poem by N. Hadley

collections of colonies of beesbuzzing together in hypnotic synchronicitya siren song,an idiot huma droning in the atmospheresubduing the weak andperv..

I Buried It

A Poem by N. Hadley

What type of movies do you watch? How often do you rent movies? Connection to engineer things of this world they had discerned mircalous: eyes an..

The Oblivion Tree

A Poem by N. Hadley

Seed after Seed lay their roots burrowing deep into wet pink brain matter, finding shelter in fields of morality sown with salt and pla..

Cuts (Old)

A Story by N. Hadley

(Cuts from my notebook) 2:56 AM Caterwau..