'you were trying to comma, but we got a point!'
-André Pissoir
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21 minutes ago
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…
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
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
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
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
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¬
'Contemporary Teleportation' by undRess Béton Thursday, December 17, 2009
starting May 2010. a project brought to you by undRess Béton &
canned by thrilled matters
… 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…Wednesday,
16 December∞JUST TEXT
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!
Karlheinz Stockhausen
“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
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