André Pissoir (shut TA FA_ Tuesday, March 9, 2010


'you were trying to comma, but we got a point!'
-André Pissoir


tem pa also noise Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Joseph Beuys Photography by undRess Béton

toilet seats for sale Tuesday, March 2, 2010


nuttin' new, already said that!- BUT…!

fer many only so much less trivial partly engaged money of yours i send you a piece of nothing a little itty pretty copied of a warmed pare used toilet warmth seat in used trains of every snuff day life and filthy of them, fer only money comes nothing more…



ClassWarRism Monday, March 1, 2010

Classwar Karaoke (image by Theo Mercier) - ClassWarRism

please do touch! Sunday, February 28, 2010

Bitte Beruehren - by undRess Béton

Anthony Donovan & Jaan Patterson 'Rejecting Elaborated Cipher'

W.Bro. George J.A.Grant, Organ. Friday, February 12, 2010

a dictaphonia bionic session Monday, February 8, 2010

cle|Å|ve e le 'r Wednesday, January 20, 2010

cle|Å|ve e le 'r


osiris trending ciphers dressed to fork pie

when so sue did her .- I wasn’t there.

a slick yes went .- pass appurged mentions

fell beyond any furniture appeared as “in between

her fellow traveling had arrived the infamous end unprepared to unleash the machine threatened

as wreaks became time put to pulp pillows.


he wasn’t aware, he also had been invited to be held as fruit table growing hair through eyes

‘spricKst do awK DeutSH’ I celled my nails, but as mentioned we had no chance to meet the deadline

as timelines dumped the scene.


cle|Å|ve e le 'r we so un-sued sueded gesproken


wreaks


wreaks

we named the label by it’s thread

folders tried to capture emotional trends


unfolded senses made good glitter watching the gap playing guitars with one eyelash.

fur operating systems made me comfy dropping my pants spelling the task.

behind the curtain they smiled like cans throwing up the bubble towards the trains.

hammered the drum the speed absorbed my tempo, BPM weren’t of count anymore.

heart covered threshold of explosions at char existence-

repetitions flunked her name.

wouldn’t you know, s/(the twisted matter) of the meaning behind knowledge

i’s see simple eye see only see do we what with thee

snoring doors waiting to enter the room with your opinion NOT

give this young man no signal!

i will die in front of your bed grasping for vegetables watching them cum all, she expelled to me.

as she always was trustworthy to my perception matters, it made me feel guilty- though I had to do it.


for the unrecorded way, to say yes, it was made to become walked by no temper controlled plastic fear

rather through exhibiting the point no; by enthusiasm trended purses being take away for gone.


hairy availables s s stays as treasure of the post scalp becoming her truth

am I depressed again by your matter

al mater

sometimes I spit your food ad absuRdum

lacquer dante we laugh remakeabre abreham

mother & child construction site you stink

father child & also sites stink

smell once the kruid of them 3 had visions, may you please clean the seat.


while eating potatoes and tv spoons remember I hard pressure steel my teeth

come on a high-heel knowledge, don’t spend time, - waste it as youRs!



cle|Å|ve e le 'r


threaten your region beltbuckle nose scanner I care alone,

er I meant I die alone being not funny-


think of the number under your foot it out a spelled the put on chen woe

political art, I heard talking about growth? playing serious, but not the game

it has no mum, what your forehead you call you mean I think nrw zoo come withtakewith


whatever that’s not the circle of terror, it is a toothpick on rage!

but what did I expect? I wasn’t being walking the line been me lining back on hands walks.


illegal donations underpants can’t count on you, when is the time passing seconds?


not even realizing my pen fighting flags of glorious sticks of magick respiration flats

notes spilled the whistle to the wall, chants of color became echoes as mirrors dressed to leave-

they saw you talking a long chat

sitery sitetree psyhfree psycherfy butcher spare free ribbed shirts barberCUE the tape


rewind call phunderella to step on toes while whispering names as telephone signals



,..: I don’t want to tell on you, but last sun you gave me a moon wasn’t like stars do it



cle Å ve e le 'r - undRess Béton by undRess Béton





Dear Interested Friends & Fellow Travelers,

we just closed to this way of submissions!
choose another one

Sincerely,
André Pissoir

gegen jede vernunft - Surrealismus Paris - Prag Friday, January 15, 2010

gegen jede vernunft - Surrealismus Paris - Prag - photo by undRess Béton



suRR caddy

photography by undRess Béton

constraints of baba - lousy edit version 2 Monday, January 11, 2010

constraints of baba by undRess Béton

Caduceus Fly - now available Thursday, January 7, 2010

suRRealists 'RR'

open letters and shy pens Monday, January 4, 2010


this what that! whoosh flash spy love comes from your eye all over... and you - circle the line through dot draw spends lashes to eyes i's can't compete love and life is all to eat sweet sprung them thy also then i'm ready to fly called through lines the pencil is shy

acretypos #1020 met.4


acretypos #1020 met.4


a glimpse of a keyhole


they pondered through his brainstem

making the vision for anyone near quite damp to navigate the coincidence


noticing the spare matter suppressing the ignition spectral call

dysphemism sudden of impact ran through the nose bleeding unrecorded noise


yes no

he thought this was plausible right now

what could be though as later future was already his past captured by furniture in red nailed foil


as the storms dressed to cover the stellar make up extension

plasma distanced to certainty for the spatial extension to prepare mere solely

of a person's sudden function due to the partly cloudy quantum

there was a usual fix as back up in choice’s environment read by cats in jumpsuits


anton again was conceived by his channel overdrive but the fact was

they would close equilibrium -

the mighty flower trust

-

this meant to of such collectives much of leading to fail


however getting tired

it wasn’t much of interest anymore

since dominating over binary collisions became the typical cylinder electron dress

wearing the velvet skimask for dinner believing to hide his lust wasn’t the truth for them

reaching for the long armed waves voided maximum in current

may there will be left a nude banner


such as became the length through prisms mentioned opinions to a negligible modification method

as this became the face watching forces being expelled like guts of us it passed hydrostatic pressure believes


left was roughly a classical treatment which yields viral collisions like a faun dressed as closet


was there a choice left

was there a moment making the nebula sneeze the opinion of her distance interaction


was there

was it it was


magnitude demonstrates the nifty 2.512 colors to be chosen as life by one

a.m.king this correcting the notice was making it naked during a reel to reel

insomniac newspaper read spam chanting vomit for everyone


at hand this wasn’t a joke

waiting in line a hand touched the scenic scene

sprung feathers lumpy oatmeal was the source of knowledge in tie knot society

captured at step 16 to unlimited strings she freed the memory 0*2


würg

anderé buttøn

¬

undRess Béton



acretypos #1020 Sunday, January 3, 2010


constellations dropped like a hermits eyelash curtains due to technical problems

he would consider this as a fact for depending support beyond kitchen flavors wiping the floor


he noticed there was more desperation passing his underwear


the lacquer of her nails bled as she cut the sight making the dark slide off nights spending their

gods to the words


acretypos made the suggestion fail through manuals


we already had our pockets sewn to the back so fortune wasn’t of any sort those would decipher

the cover


excuse me sometime called suiting my anti.christ.com fortune teller yelling for his dish


spill





± Friday, January 1, 2010

by undRess Béton

2R1R

photography by undRess Béton

welcome 2R1R Thursday, December 31, 2009

photography by undRess Béton

Synesthesia: Genesis P-Orridge Tony Oursler Wednesday, December 30, 2009



NOTES

Synesthesia: Genesis P-Orridge
Tony Oursler
1997-2001, 90:29 min, color, sound

Tony Oursler's Synesthesia project features interviews with twelve legendary figures in the downtown music, performance and art scenes: John Cale, Thurston Moore, Dan Graham, Genesis P-Orridge, Kim Gordon, Glenn Branca, Laurie Anderson, Tony Conrad, David Byrne, Lydia Lunch, Alan Vega, and Arto Lindsay. These works were originally included as one element of Oursler and Mike Kelley's multimedia installation The Poetics Project. These conversations reveal fascinating insights and anecdotes from some of the most influential figures in the experimental rock and art underground of the 1970s and '80s, from pre-punk innovators to post-punk icons, from industrial and avant-garde music to noise bands and No Wave.

Genesis P-Orridge, performance artist and vocalist for the iconoclastic English industrial band Throbbing Gristle in the late 1970s, pioneered industrial music. P-Orridge, who went on to form the experimental band Psychic TV, continues to work in music, art, and performance in New York, and is undertaking a long-term "Pandrogeny" project involving a radical identity transformation.

Produced by Tony Oursler. Questions: Tony Oursler, Mike Kelley, David West, Linda Post. Camera: Linda Post, Tony Oursler. Editing: Tony Oursler, Elizabeth Kading

contact

undRess Béton

André Pissoir (the sass) Tuesday, December 22, 2009


'no need to be seeing

but touching the untouchable makes it worth screaming

which is releasing silence of truth...'

-André Pissoir (the sass)

Don Vague Monday, December 21, 2009

the door again will create the sound

of my soul profound bark as the hound

i came around, round me I and I is dizzy

also a missy sometimes pissy

why not

i am thin as lizzy

rather skinny i can‘t eat

it all smells like some rotten feet

smiles all across miles and more will follow

disgusting the sky as my eye sees none


can‘t sing anymore it‘s all so plain my restless pain

constrain fame is my brain so lame as encoders

will force as i get older some i heard dry out colder¬


Jean Table


Waiting is not seeing-

See what there is and wait!

Contemporary Teleportation - Centered Closets Friday, December 18, 2009

'Contemporary Teleportation' by undRess Béton Thursday, December 17, 2009

Contemporary Teleportation

Man Ray vs. undRess Béton Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Man Ray vs. undRess Béton

canned by thrilled matters

Wednesday,
16 December


JUST TEXT

… bothered by misbehave of ball pen terror she became the EANof her motions trending the purse lower stellar behaviors at the shelve right to her left-smothered other mother ‘hurd fly through ash wenty hassle hung’ they mentioned ‘trench’as well, but nobody gave a shit. she flu passed cows evolving signs thinner as BlS’s hairy ones,although lester admired them, it’s funny…

Saturday,
5 December

phunderella at the door piping gates Tuesday, December 15, 2009


when hunting threshold beyond the minuets obsession
being cumphered by deliq(&)uite somemorawn samowar blistered tongues
passing your special time, -
it's just about to tenfold vomit disguise surrounding your navel control
as one may struggled once, it's particularly a tremendous effort to submit
wormholes beyond a silk dress worn at sideways vanishing self!


steinstrasse Monday, December 14, 2009

Duchamp live at Béton Friday, December 11, 2009

photograph by undRess Béton

sparks and cool

photography by undRess Béton

Karlheinz Stockhausen

stockhausen.jpg

“I view my entire life, my entire work, in such a way as to ask myself: “How, as you become older do you set about integrating everything that has previously happened?” –Karlheinz Stockhausen

André Pissoir On The 'Son Of Doing' & The Last Prestige Thursday, December 10, 2009


'it's not depending on prestige through expressing the matter,
it's the matter of expressing the prestige that we share through act life
and not conserving the prestige as product of compiling
a reservoir which will run dry.'

-André Pissoir On The 'Son Of Doing' & The Last Prestige


back when i was me