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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 |    

I imagine a slice of lemon. The tip of my fingernail travels the diameter of its acid-juice inflated pulp. I visualize a tea bag in a cup of hot water and the slice of lemon becomes valuable. I conjure up two fictions of sugar cubes in a pretend saucer for the sake of closing the loop, even if I do not drink tea.

THE ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACKS…  

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