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October 2007

October 07, 2007

Francis Alys

No art today. No art this week. Except for Francis Alys screening at hammer which was a small disappointment. The film was too poetic and filled with stupid romantic art language and art critics who looked super high and have read nothing past 80's criticism. They probably dont know who nicholas bourriaud is, nor even hal foster.  But forget those 2 pricks and fuck that stupid old bitch next to me at the screening. She was late 40's, maybe tried being an artist in the 80's, no, maybe tried being an art critic, they sound more stupid - she was blabber this and that about how Francis work is so aligned with the sensibilities of his Belgium roots and how "morose" and how unachievment is so poetic and more bullshit that make me gag. Whats wrong with people. Is this same idiots that buy art. who the fuck buys art. I'm i making art for these old bitches that blabber nonsense. Fuck that.

I sat next to a pretty girl who left half-way through the screening. I like francis's work alot but stupid me should have left when girl did, chase her outside and make true romance and poetry for heart and dick. No art today.

October 11, 2007

Brain and heart attached to dick: Tsai Ming-liang

What it means to have dick and heart attached today, staged in the sadest cumshot ever film that made stomach spasm. 

The wayward cloud

October 14, 2007

Steve Turner Contemporary, GOOD magazine and 1830

Gallery openings and parties, are just like female sex, the tighter the better. If too open i dont feel anything. If too tight (like butthole) everyone complains.

Good magazine was a wide whore. I didn't bring lasso with me, so hard getting attention. so i drank free vodka and ran around natural history museum doing nothing and wondering WTF i doing. just like fucking someone, then you realize you dont want to fuck them anymore but you just keep going and cum fast. Same with party, i just get drunk faster and then leave and next day, like fucking somone you didnt want to fuck, you can pretend that last night, whatever that nothing was, is life.  What of bunch of shit we are.

Life after shit the next day was at Steve turner contemporary. Much tighter but i still talk to no one cause i dont care to talk to no one. and art could have been good if it was better.

1830 sunset. Big party and bands playing everywhere. on rooftop with bottle of merlot. life is almost good. Not much to hate but only the enthusiasm of the young people. maybe its their first party ever. A Hot Argentina girl talks to me about gallery she opening downstairs and how she loves the medium "acrylic". I wanted to tell her how i hate painting but that would not be good for dick, so i said  "i love your energy". And she wrapped her legs around me and dry hump me and said thats what her band does when they play music. tight is good. but i turn my head to another conversation and she escaped without my cum.

i find her and make babies that rip the anus of the world.

October 22, 2007

vulgar video art at sandroni.rey

Holy shit, give me a gun i dont know if i should shoot  artist or  people in audience for watching fucking shit video art.I walk into sandroni.rey gallery to green light (ok, cool) and big huge box/roomin middle of gallery (very cool). People inside carpeted box room watching video art. FUCK, i see overlap images, cheese cross-fades, bad camera work, and idiot talking about revolution, and other fucking bullshit. FUCK are people still doing LSD and Shrooms, reading aldous huxley and Ginberg in coffee shops. Who the fuck uses the word REVOLUTION. WTF? Give me a handful of knifes and i will have the stupid curator of this show begging for revolution. FUCKING AMERICANS! Your heart is as predictable as your women: STUPID. Why. I dont understand. Its like buying music tape, like using hairspray, like thinking love last forever? What artist thinking like this? Fuck your poetry, fuck your symbols and metaphor. Take them and ram it up Matthey barney's asshole ,where it belongs and he will love. Nitszche quiver in your grave, the 21st century will forget you.

October 26, 2007

craigslist date with Art teacher

Last week I put ad on craigslist. "Artist looking for artist girl (or related) Please have heart. Have blood. Nice smile helps.  Be cool. Maybe...
Me: Asian, thin, average height, 25. I can buy you a PBR or two.

bye

After many fat girls who think drawing and animation art (because im asian they think i like stupid things like that) i give up and realize craigslist was stupid idea.  Then wed night i get email from artist girl who makes sculptures/installation and teaches art  at community college (ok i say). She send her myspace and face pictures are pretty and but her body is not very clear. she look thin enough so i write to 30 year old girl back and after 2 emails we make date for the next night (i like her already).

I never like dates. i usually give sleaze to friends friends hoping to hook up without going to far or trying too hard. But sometimes dick commands man. Dick speaks louder than words. So i bring bootle of whiskey and show up in "art district" in downtown los angeles, next to manufacturing warehouses. Girl or women i should say has nice pretty face but a little thick like i questioned. But its ok. I have whiskey. She has a huge warehouse space loft like home. for 30 year old women she is cool. Many women that age take themselves to serious. not so much her. We make drinks, and we walk around her studio and she shows me many donald judd but more colorful like sculptures (ok i say) Im thinking about pussy so art not registering. I make 1 or two more drinks fast. She shows me her colored contacts, and i ask to look closer, then i just jump on her lap and make-out (haha). She likes my kissing and i keep trying to take off top in the kitchen and she says i forgot you are 25 (i think to myself 25 year old dick same as 50 dick). We go up her stairs into her little loft area and she begans to show me around and i shut her up with my kiss and my hands that touch her vagina from outside her pants.  She gets aggressive and starts biting. On bed she rips my chest apart and leaves bruise marks. So i tried to bite back but she doesn't like. So i go down and eat pussy but she stops me. What! she is hungry and wants to eat dinner, like we planned. My dick is red. Food? she stroked my dick from outside my pants seeing my face, and i think - this women knows man. So i respect and go eat dinner with her.

Fred 6o something. trendy restaurant in los feliz. Salmon salad me and we buy bottle of wine. But she keeps giving me more drink than her (ok, im the youn one i think). i grab her hand and place on dick while eating on stools. she rubs me while she eats. We leave in a storm, who knows who paid for what, 4 whiskeys and 3 glasses of wine, we are making out on the streets stumbling past aging hipsters with "creative" jobs as hairstylist and art directors for films. Driving to wharehouse in downtown, i lift her skirt and start fingering her pussy. she opens wider so i go deeper and harder and i think i almost crash so i stop in middle of downtown street and just finger her very hard till she comes. Inside her loft we fall on bed and she tells me she gives "amazing head" (ok). wow. white art teacher sucks dick like Philippine drag queen. I'm to drunk to cum so i taste my dick on her lips and then turn her around and start to slip dick in when she stops and gives me condom (oh yeah). We change into regular position. then i turn her around and do doggy position. Ass bounce is nice. White girl is super loud. I guess no neighbors to complain. I grunt for fun. And in middle of sex she start laughing. I start laughing. then i slip dick sideways and pull her hair as i fuck her harder and she likes. she turns around and bites me. Fuck. and she bites. Bitch thinks its war. So i pull hair and she loves. Fuck. So i grab her face and stick dick in and she pulls away and looks at me with pouting face and says "are you going to stick that cock in my face" i stick in and cum immediately.

she gave me breakfast this morning and kiss goodbye. I think we wont talk again. thats how los angeles works.

October 28, 2007

Hollywood Macabre

I dont understand Halloween. Just like i dont understand sports. Im not sure what happens in peoples brains and why they they jump when monkeys make goals. I wont understand many things in life but some things i do understand. Like other day i walk into bathroom and two guys are taking shit next to each other in stalls. They talk to each other and share laughs, like normal conversation. I take pee and i dont question for a second the conversation over shit taking. It makes sense to me.

Now for Art.
I can tell u i saw many new galleries in chinatown last night and u can expect to know they are shit. so maybe i dont waste your time with stupid Daniel Hug, kontainer, David something something, and many other dumb galleries. But Before cocaine and whiskey and halloween makeouts with lesbian on party porch, i walk into Telic gallery and memories of New York city last summer i get. BAM BAM. Needles. Blood. Glass. Yelling. yippie ya yeh cowboy. Performance is hollywood. I wonder why there isnt performance art agents in hollwyood putting together macabre shows. Everyone gets a kick and it means nothing in the end - perfect for los angeles. Its like casual encounters. I give to guilty pleasure and watch hoping to see hurt, to see audience get hurt. Pick me
Joe Deutch so i can bite your bottom lip and we make movie together. But he doesn't. And he spits saliva into needle and pretend to take drugs. OH god, please. I leave and hunt for beer and in one hour im at hop louie bar doing coke off girls breasts (no, not really, but its a night of hollywood so i can pretend) White China happens later in Anthem magazine party with 2 white girls and australian guy in restroom, while i pee in bathtub and one girl pee in toliet. Los angeles loves coke. Just like blockbuster movies. YAP YAP YAP and nothing happens. I dont care what they say and they dont care what i say "i dont remember say that last night". PArty was party with liquid of the spirits and cop lights, and i was hoping to hear and watch fight but nothing happened. So when i was leaving party, i push guy with shoulder who was too close and he push back harder and i turn around ready to chew on face when some girl says "what a fucking asshole"- talking about the other guy. I smile to her and walk away.