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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 KINDAHUMANS |  AT THE CRACK OF DAWN  |  MOONSHINERS  |  SOME CRAZY DUDE DRINKS A CUP OF TEA |    

Illegally ‘moonshine’ whisky got its name because it was distilled at night "by the light of the moon."


Did they sit down at the bargaining table and agree on how joy should be a watered-down liquor, trickling down cupped palms outstretched in tepid supplication above heads filled no further than the indicated level of reasonable expectation? I lapped up a proscribed ethyl with dipsomaniac fervor, gargled with its fire, intoxicated myself to unlawful blood alcohol levels, the inside of my cheek lusciously submerged by a savor all at once pungent! lavish! mouth warming! uncut! Strong notes of forbidden fruit on my palate, down my throat, inebriating my decadent heart with unbridled bliss! And I grin my hangover at their trials in abstentia.

THE ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACKS…  

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