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daàPò is a writer slash a storyteller…

Pictorial prose or poetry is daàPò's way of documenting 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 KINDAHUMANS | AT THE CRACK OF DAWN |  MOONSHINERS |  SOME CRAZY DUDE DRINKS A CUP OF TEA |    

I stood at the edge of consciousness staring back at the woman; it already hurt so badly just to look. Her eyes were a harvest of razor blades, and I stood still. My feathery gasps perched on the altitudes of her overblown lips, dancing a perilous dance over the infernos flared up at the hint of a smile. For a second, I feared that my bird of a breath would fall off her erotic mouth and belly flop into her purple gingiva, my soul peppered with an offering of sparks as her luminous teeth bluntly nailed into my tongue. I ached to learn if her saliva tasted of a sea of fire, and yet, I stood there, a goddamn fool of a living thing, until she walked away with our minute.

THE ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACKS…  

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