Cross-Question Manifesto
by The Crown Dada / 2005

So you call yourself dadaist!

But what do you do? Check your email? Look at a wimple and ponder? Make a phone call? Yes but what do you do? Do you stand in the street and tell people what they don't want to say? Do you paint the symbol from an orchestra on the pavement?

U R A SLEEP!
Wake up.

WAKE UP! Shout. Make a lot of racket. Then sit down and eat a piece of pie with chopsticks. Why are you STILL siting there. Are your trees broken! Is YOUR crown cracked? Put away that bucket.

Balloons! BALLOONS! I say tie a few to a shoe and let them go! FLY Shoe FLY. Flit away to the lazy dadaists house. Crash through their front windows and sing something sweet! Stick your tongue out? Stir them to the very soles of them being!

Rock a by dadaist in the breeze, SNEEZE! SNEEZE! Damn it. Do something. Sneeze as you please and run amuck on the stationary of human feeble mindedness. If you are not the solution then how can you dissolve the ignorance!


Your Ignorance!
Narcoleptic Dadaists!
YOU ALL R!