WONDER WOMAN'S DIARY

cock

2007-11-04T12:59:00.000Z

2007-11-04T12:54:00.000Z

projecto 9 #ilustraçao

2007-06-29T19:27:00.000+01:00

Fanzine

2007-06-29T19:02:00.000+01:00

p://users.fba.up.pt/~fandefanzine/

Eu nao queria fazer isto mas fui obrigada #pos-modernismo

2007-06-08T00:59:00.000+01:00

proj. 8 #capas livro

2007-05-25T16:56:00.000+01:00

proj. 7 #tipografia

2007-05-23T14:19:00.001+01:00

proj. 6 #descontextualizaçao

2007-05-21T23:44:00.000+01:00

#8

2007-05-21T23:41:00.000+01:00

#7

2007-05-21T23:40:00.000+01:00

#6

2007-05-21T23:38:00.000+01:00

#5

2007-05-21T23:37:00.000+01:00

#4

2007-05-21T23:34:00.000+01:00

#3

2007-05-21T23:32:00.000+01:00

#2

2007-05-21T23:30:00.000+01:00

#1

2007-05-21T23:27:00.000+01:00

carlos pazos at MACBA

2007-05-21T23:15:00.000+01:00

resultado final

2007-04-14T13:01:00.000+01:00

proj. #6 (estudos)

2007-04-14T12:50:00.000+01:00

RABBITS

2007-04-10T15:27:00.000+01:00

you probably couldn't see for the lights but you were looking straight at me

2007-03-05T22:45:00.000Z

BILL LEE:

2007-02-28T15:41:00.000Z

Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his ass to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike anything I had ever heard. This ass talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick stagnant sound, a sound you could smell. This man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like a novelty ventri-liquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he called The Better Ole that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it but it was clever. Like, "Oh I say, are you still down there, old thing?" "Nah I had to go relieve myself." After a while the ass start talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time. Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in-curving hooks and start eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it, but the asshole would eat its way through his pants and start talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags nobody loved it and it wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth. Finally it talked all the time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but nothing did any good and the asshole said to him Its you who will shut up in the end. Not me. Because we dont need you around here any more. I can talk and eat AND shit. After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a tadpoles tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call un-D.T., Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell. So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have have amputated spontaneous - except for the EYES you dig. Thats one thing the asshole COULDN'T do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldnt give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the silent, helpless suffer-ing of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died, because the eyes WENT OUT, and there was no more feeling in them than a crabs eyes on the end of a stalk.

cartaz #the elephant man

2007-02-22T18:47:00.000Z

cartaz #gummo

2007-02-22T18:44:00.000Z

cartaz #wassup rockers

2007-02-22T18:42:00.001Z

n.y. mirror

2007-02-11T00:19:00.000Z

#0

2007-02-07T18:37:00.000Z

#1 se numa noite de inverno um viajante

#2 fora do casario de Malbork

#3 debruçando-se da escarpada falésia

#4 sem temer o vento e a vertigem

#5 olha para baixo onde a sombra se adensa

#6 numa rede de linhas que se entrelaçam

#7 numa rede de linhas que se intersectam

#8 no tapete de folhas iluminado pela rua

#9 à volta de uma cova vazia

#10 que história lá ao fundo espera o fim?

fotografia #the elephant man

2007-02-07T18:30:00.001Z

fotografia #gummo

2007-02-07T18:29:00.000Z

fotografia #wassup rockers

2007-02-07T18:28:00.000Z

pictograma #the elephant man

2007-02-07T18:25:00.000Z

pictograma #gummo

2007-02-07T18:16:00.001Z

pictograma #wassup rockers

2007-02-07T18:14:00.000Z

caligrafia #the elephant man

2007-02-07T18:12:00.000Z

caligrafia #gummo

2007-02-07T18:11:00.000Z

caligrafia #wassup rockers

2007-02-07T18:01:00.000Z

tipografia #the elephant man

2007-02-07T17:58:00.000Z

tipografia #gummo

2007-02-07T17:50:00.000Z

tipografia #wassup rockers

2007-02-07T17:48:00.000Z

#untrust us!!!

2007-01-23T14:50:00.000Z

they say it fades if you let it..

2007-01-17T17:11:00.000Z

for screening purposes only

2007-01-15T21:59:00.000Z

automation is deadly

2006-12-28T20:37:00.000Z

proj. 4 #K7

2006-12-23T17:26:00.000Z

proj. 4 #BOOKLET

2006-12-23T16:51:00.000Z

proj. 4 #bonus poster

2006-12-16T16:14:00.000Z

2005.03.27 #032

2006-12-12T22:29:00.000Z

anschool

2006-12-11T22:24:00.000Z

chungking express

2006-12-10T20:25:00.000Z

apollo vs sputnik

2006-12-10T20:12:00.000Z

proj. 3 #descontextualizaçao

2006-12-03T13:56:00.000Z

proj. 2 #publicidade

2006-12-03T13:50:00.000Z

you bore me

2006-11-11T01:10:00.000Z

the new is nothing but a restatement of the old

2006-11-09T21:43:00.000Z

charles bukowski

2006-11-09T21:21:00.000Z

"question and answer"

he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer
night, running the blade of the knife
under his fingernails, smiling, thinking
of all the letters he had received
telling him that
the way he lived and wrote about
that--
it had kept them going when
all seemed
truly
hopeless.

putting the blade on the table, he
flicked it with a finger
and it whirled
in a flashing circle
under the light.

who the hell is going to save
me? he
thought.

as the knife stopped spinning
the answer came:
you're going to have to
save yourself.

still smiling,
a: he lit a
cigarette
b: he poured
another
drink
c: gave the blade
another
spin.

the most incredible things are not outside

2006-11-06T22:28:00.000Z

maldoror

2006-11-03T21:33:00.000Z

Diga-se em breves linhas como Maldoror foi bom nos seus primeiros anos, em que viveu feliz; está dito. Reparou depois que tinha nascido mau: fatalidade extraordinária! Ocultou o seu carácter enquanto pôde, durante um grande número de anos; mas, por fim, por causa desta concentração que lhe não era natural, todos os dias o sangue lhe subia à cabeça; até que, não podendo mais suportar tal vida, se atirou resolutamente para a carreira do mal... doce atmosfera! Quem diria que, ao beijar uma criança de rosadas faces, gostaria de lhe arrancar as bochechas à navalha, e que muitas vezes o teria feito, se a Justiça, com seu longo cortejo de castigos, o não tivesse impedido sempre! Não era mentiroso, ele confessava a verdade e dizia-se cruel. Humanos, ouvis? Ele ousa repeti-lo com esta pena que treme! É assim, um poder mais forte que a vontade... É maldição! Quereria a pedra subtrair-se às leis da gravidade? Impossível. Impossível o mal querer aliar-se ao bem. Era o que eu estava a dizer.

Lautréamont.

caramelos paco

2006-11-02T21:06:00.000Z

no kill no beep beep

2006-10-24T17:54:00.000+01:00

#apt

2006-10-24T17:50:00.000+01:00

3

2006-10-19T23:29:00.000+01:00

2

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1

2006-10-19T23:20:00.000+01:00

have heart

2006-10-18T21:42:00.000+01:00