so garbage come pale is skin pretenders ideology in repetition forcefulness of lumpy ego lurk sky scar scrape tied love hence traditions allow you to live gestures of surrism scrambled perception handkerchiefs undo you do stand will voodoo rhythm time is your cell using jazz encryptions measures most what lives their hell ways of paths borrow street names as face
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
André Pissoir Quotes
'in evening literary region, as to man notion
I themselves degree of perpetrating comments through ridiculous Surrealism'
-André Pissoir on date to date
André Pissoir Quotes
‘fleetingly he adapted to discover stripping an moral that it’s realm has a most dulled deal in the myself created as purgatory so any advantage was a phenomena!’
-André Pissoir at readings on her time
André Pissoir Quotes
'etc. however, finally contradictory has cordial to less of you then about YOUR obtrudes'
interrupted meditation
fecundating life at the dawn of crushed cans point to his elsewhere
dull luck!
told of affairs he would walk with the few oxygens outside
moments promised traditional medicine
canine had blended and their room occurs trust as follows
the flow of exception ran out of numbers while she left…
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
on DMAH (Techno-Shamans)
Saturday, September 19, 2009
in response to murmurists McArthur:
Friday, September 18, 2009
'duck the weaving hammer' by André Pissoir
flying cucumbers
the psychotic truth became his pants
i was worried about these things happened lately, noticed though things were late lie.
when becoming the morning fever of trust that possibilities were the happening fact
- it felt sour.
arisen from breathless sleep, I understood recently, I differed from the shame on air as others had mentioned to me too.
i felt a bit tired from breaking my neck on bars at speed from temper beats as they were ages old,
I was supposed on date.
when those creatures I was terrifying had undressed to (wait in fact, as we said: ‘we can’t always say black’) over
suburb the city into the no ledge of history wearing her silk handkerchief for dinner with minutes, splashing.
metaphoric sparking triangles handed him some time to spend, such as science looks and empiric thoughts
were none them couldn’t tell, but read as follows:
(continuation through the book which needs to be read! a release from Caballé Voltage, André Pissoir)
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
D5 Chapbook II

This is the second Chapbook, Edited by Doriandra. It has no name, only the contents which shriek loudly enough.
Contributors, unwilling or not, include-
Cocaine Jesus
Doriandra
Ruela Pinho
Lazare
Murmurists
DB Rood
DB
Jase
Robert Chrysler
Inconsequential
CHM
Undress Beton
I Am Not Kek-w
Tic Tac
Dodo Spiessert
Junior
Elliot Wisdom
Carmen Racovitza
Cachorro Rabugento Morto Em Noite Chuvosa
Aaron Held
d5 Chapbook II
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
when I would bizarre (on 'during wars of dolls')
as you know me, i don't expect digital nipples
since it is descended really Béton
genius though anything this and doing words,
but nothing happens
she asked 'what did you excerpt'!: unaffiliated foil matters nonsensical intentional perceptions?
radiation flagged as spam i wrote my pain to fried skin
believing finally became the trust of sin the son of mesmerized flangers bought during bladder misbehave
jumpsuits fang such dude i wasn't aware, answered yellow blood became his underwear needed change i was out of breath.
in fact:
having handled the time without arms on fire
pointing the wrong way was fun
during wars of dolls fighting for a larger dressing room
inside their souls captured in plastic flowery pots!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
my press surrounded....
you'll tape sounds ways;
3:14 for well, get your hands....
See dial
paper head asked nature you,
you and May
May Varies. Miraculous My up,
what 8, want pressing
I
damn People
exactly, see
am thrills
you remain
god’s thumbs
Where to with them Beings
the I me some well
I'm upon all










handy fur wasn't my brain
pain unless matches
something i said:
she read something:
his pants were dry:
"Sharing pleasures while pain becomes the neutral
variety of gaping wounds being salted with love”
-André Pissoir suRRism