A definition (via Olchar E. Lindsann):

Olchar Lindsann is a floating signifier tied by a string to the wrist of a young child. This young child has been hoisted (rather rudely) into the air, where he looks around him with a heady and ultimately useless mixture of exhileration and terror. This is how he knows he is a poet and an artist. The walls of the cavern tremble whenever they hear human voices; the membranes of rock vibrate minutely, and if one happens to have a stethoscope in the rear left-hand pocket of one's coat, one can listen to these vibrations (which are, needless to say, the voices of various gods- Maldoror, Mr. Antipyrine, Bosse-de-Nage, Alastor, and Grabinoulor, to name only a few) and one can draw one's own conclusions therefrom. Post-NeoAbsurdism is a kind of viscious prank pulled by cunning tribes of cannibalistic artists at the expense of the nobilty who live on wine and small pieces of cheese in their marble palaces marked: MUSEUM, GALLERY, or PUBLISHING HOUSE; which (while perfectly fitted for this domestic function, especially the latter, as the name suggests) double as places where great art is hung on a golden gibbet to squirm and die. Post-NeoAbsurdists, thirsty for the veins of sheep, often roam about the peripheries of these temples to the great Commerce-Gods, picking off the chosen if they stray too far from the vigilant eyes of their dealers, agents, and pimps. Olchar Lindsann has sharp teeth which grow inside his brain. He has an agile tongue which seethes with hatred for the financial chains of logic and good sense. Nonetheless he is, as I can assure you (dangling here between the earth and the sky as I am) quite charming, and if you happen to be a word, his throat especially is the paradigm of hospitality; his epiglottis might even, perhaps, be seductive.

READ HIS MANIFESTOS:
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List of [insert bracket here] bridges [insert bracket herer] bulldogs

extermination + granule = uptown

s(l)ingshot of the foremost teeth of a rabbit

copu - situde = elevtic

plasma why not viper windshield you nimble

fjo x yogsh = flrnc.75

rifpfjv k = fkfgglhhf
i forgot to tell the doorman that his shoe was untied and then he tripped and an earthquake shook us as if it was balanced precariously on the point of his nose he tripped and then sdkffh kgjfh lf = nostril
(you know)

+ ,,, = ... = &&& = �£�£�£

mullet.

HE HAS A MYSPACE THINGY

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The Current Situation

THE CACTUS HAS BEEN BLEACHED
no it has not seen a ghost
the........There in the pasture
egg.......A calliope is dancing
has.......There are seventeen windmills
been.....gasping for air
laid.......Everyone wears blindfolds

AND IT IS A CASH MACHINE
and a grim turnip that reminds me of abraham lincoln
THAT IS TO BLAME

BYE BYE.

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