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daàPò is a writer slash a storyteller…

Pictorial prose or poetry is my way to document the supremacy of individual drive and the inexorable subsequent waves generating, our tongues as the first unit of measurement to communicate, cohabit, connect and/or affect and influence one another.

THE RANDOMS…  

KISS THE DUST |  LA MOTA & THE KINDAHUMANSAT THE CRACK OF DAWN |  MOONSHINERS |  SOME CRAZY DUDE DRINKS A CUP OF TEA |    

THE ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACKS…  

A PORTRAIT OF THE YOUNG MAN AS A ZOMBIE |  THE CASSAVA MONOLOGUEWELCOME TO EARTH: POPULATION 1 |  PRIMA FACIE |

It’s like somebody sucker punched him in the face and left him for dead in this body. And he awakes in the middle of the night gasping for air, and choking, only to find himself cuffed to his bones. Behind bars under his own damn ribs… He’s doing time. Nothing else he’s been doing, times a million. Been doing it for so long that his marrow’s gotta taste of mold. And the sun-chiseled rot of his face, it’s got to taste of grave earth. And the bolts that fasten muscles in place into his skull, they’ve gotta long been licked to ashes by rust. His body left bare and cold like metal. Hours gone-by roaming about his skin, like a herd of zombies under the moonshine in the cane fields of Haiti. Every bit of flesh he owns feels fucking rotten. Like he’s some motherfucking freak. Scavenged body parts patched together to make a man out of him. That putrid, rancid body of his, dragging along a foretaste of death. Just like mine. Just like yours too, bitch.

Bodies as rotten as the times we live in, with lives borrowed to death itself. And to him, each day one too many when you gotta pay back some day, and there’s no bad payers. And death be that jealous lover waiting behind your door with a loaded pistol. One gunshot to the heart. He be like: “it was about time.” With a smile on his face he be saying to death that life done knocking the shit outta him is why he’s all banged up in places. He be saying to death: “but I know you don’t mind. I know you’ll take me as I am.”