By the light of my acorn © David Noir
By the light of my acorn
By the light of my glans, I travel the length of my stiff cock. Hello penis! My pornography is the charming territory of my exhibition.
In the shelter © David Noir
My nights in the shelter
Me, I spend my nights in the shelter. From everything. Sheltered from you, in spite of your suavely mellow voice that's so concerned with radio, hygienic and concerned.
Anonymity | Photo © Gregory Augendre-Cambon
Anonymity of the amateur host
Behind the computers, the lyrics look absolute. What a beautiful anonymity not to face oneself!
Bad defeat for a defeated hall | Painted theatre masks on hollowed out spaghetti squash © David Noir
Bad defeat for a defeated room
Why is it that when I walk into a theater, do I want to leave? Why when I randomly open a book, do I look forward to closing it?
The seed of man © David Noir
Before that happened... the seed...
I make my soil fertile and exhaust my need to write, which is like a surplus of seed. Every day I unload a full bucket of it into these pages.
Three nameless crosses without face | Portrait of a god © David Noir
Powerful submission
Opting for art is choosing to live under the totalitarian hold of a submissive god; one whose reign comes by absorption of whoever dominates him.
David Noir | Phantom Individual | Amor Camps | Screenshot
Ghost image
Ghost, I live here. We live here. Here, the Self-image is the basis of everything. The basis of everything in our social world. It is the foundation.
"Man power" | At the heart of my program | Visual © David Noir
| I'm following my program |
I am a program. I am a program. This + this + this + this. I don't decide it. I am not the master, just the guidance counselor...
Asleep in my beautiful lie | Image © David Noir from photo © Philippe Savoir
Nothing to offer (except your beautiful lie)
Scam; burning lie! The vigour of the body dominates all the wisdom of the old. The human is only true through the bluff of its characters.
