Nada man, its a Magazine

NADA is Seattle's premiere Dada magazine. From the lower gutters, moss filled basements, and under the rocks held together by concrete, the words and images trickle up. They poke their heads to see the light. They senselessly scan the horizon to hear the blip. And from nothingness, a shadow from the fog appears. The walking footsteps stop in front of them. Has the being anything to say? Has the being anything to show? Sure, but they were not paying attention. So back into the void the footsteps head. And like lying on the moist ground of a park, cuddling with grass for comfort: We find that the warmth was ours to begin with. We are slowly eating ourselves into useless beings. We can do that, or we can to nothing. With that knowledge, we dig with, our hands, our graves. And every morning we make our beds. So that when we finally realize we are too tired to sleep, we may drop our bags, lie on our back and face the fading glimmer of our future. You can read this, or you can do nothing. It's all the same.