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February 03, 2008

neo futurist mumbo jumbo without the accent

Why young american artist dress so bad, ugly hip. Why most american artist girls look like chubby dikes who rock mean keoroke. Why artist act stupid, like little kids pretending to be precious like, with annoying jubilance? Why do pretty girl artist always make too smart art that only excites french intellectuals in graves. Why do conceptual artist continue deliver punch lines with romantic vomit that taste like yesterday's shit? Why is weird still an art form and practical not? Why do white people keep making art for psychoanalytic masturbation and dark people make art for social debate? Where does terrorism, culture war, fascism, sadism, evil, power, death, addiction, hedonism  fall in between fake american artist with precious pussies, boring dicks and the world of stupid curators who's education, by default of its distance from its subject matter of critique and appraisal, is no longer justified, wanted, needed, necessary.

Art is not a luxury. I remember meeting cute law student  at bar 2 years ago and she said something that make me almost punch her in face. "so your an artist, that's great that you have the time to do things, I wish i could have more time to take photographs, i like take pictures" WTF ! Whole generations, whole cultures, whole universes can be condensed to this one bitch at that moment at the threes of club bar in Hollywood, off vine and santa monica, 10:30 pm on a thursday night in 2005. Art is not about pretty pictures in the sky bitch. I dont understand why artist continue to see and make art as process and state of excess, instead as a necessity of a cultural war, a mentality of combat, a definitive hate that is sharp, clear, demanding and vulnerable to the worst actions accessible to human behavior. This is art for me. This is nigger art in the way i have articulated it. It's not nice. it's not pretty. It doesnt come from upple middle class suburbian homes with garden state stories of pussy depression and american beauty dysfucntionality. It doesn't laugh at napoleon dynamite cause it hasn't grown to know irony. It hates Family Guy, excessive witty banter unrealistic and empty. It never takes a prosaic, its never been molested or abused but it makes no promise not to molest and hurt.  nigger art has never seen a psychoanalysts nor has screamed injustice in court. Its politics is held with the erection of mandingo dick and the only sentiments it feels is that of the dog whos teeth is already found chewing the leg of young child. Nigger art is the last act of Haneke's 7th continent, Klaus Kinski  in werner herzogs aguire the wrath of god, its R.Kelly in trapped in the closet, its the columbine kids, its aldof hitler, its kathy acker, jean genet, santiago serria, gasper noe, gang members, thugs, tupac, jack nicholson in carnal knowledge, michelle houellebecq in his better moments and of course me song kwai li....

February 16, 2008

Fuck OFF

More and more any of us can be shit artist. More and more i think we can all be shitter artist. More and more we are shit. don't you agree with my fake accent, your contrived intelligence, and the art worlds asshole hanging 4 feet high in doggy style position waiting for the raping of of its life. We can talk more shit now than ever. The internet breed shit talkers. Trolls. Niggas with attitude. The unsatisfied gnawing your fucking skull.  yawn white cooper union kids with families of gold and diamond. There is no revolution here, so that stupid white kid  from supercentral.com shut the fuck up, or else i can probably rip your teeth out and hire someone to rape your fucking sorry ass to shreds. You want a deep fucking. Fuck los angeles, and Fuck New York. Fuck those Supercentral kids. There shit. Little brentwood pussies living up north and east of the world here. basically, wont ever be cool enough for this shit so shut the fuck up, stop linking to me, stop liking me, stop reading me,  stop stalking me, stop being a pussy with your computer bullshit. Don't u feel that shit between your dick or that maybe that twitch in the sole of your feet when you about to cum, both vagina and dick. Just tell me your more than wallpaper hanging from boredom expired from yesterdays melancholy garden state pussy-drome. And i swear to fucking jesus christ. Any fucking asshole thats thinks this revolution talk, i will fucking beat the shit out with my fucking bare hands. Any asshole that uses the word revolution to describe who i am or what i do, is deserving an ass rapping and has no knowledge of what can of shit i can pull of Brooklyn, what kind of contacts i have to fucking handle you and wipe u from this fucking pathetic existence.

Dont EVER call my shit revolution. My shit rapes. I will fucking raid any opening and burn it down. vandalize your shit. i will bring tour fucking stupid shit down. WAR  is u make shit art, i will kill u. I will fucking eat you alive.  i will fucking slice your balls, cut your clit, i will eat your fucking skull. i  will stab you myself and see u squirm u fuckin asshole, i will see u before the cops pull me away and the cameras flash there false glamor over me. i will.

Stop reading me. Fuck off everyone. Fuck you. I hate all of u.

February 17, 2008

Clan of Xymox in mexico city

2 years ago i meet clan of xmos in dirty strip club  of vegas, the glitter gulch. She was a pasty brunette with two tattoes and with legs so soft i almost came when she lifted my shirt and wrapped her legs around me, with stranger pulsating a lust driven head. Oh my god, she was no ordinary stripper. This was no stripper song. I was too real. Too sexy. I felt like she was my girlfriend.  And i asked her " who is this", she said: Clamazimoes. Next day in backseat of mexicans friends car all i can think was clamazimoes, and think what a fucked up name to get hard off. When i google nothing will come up. not 1 page. WTF. then i try variations and nothing. i give up after 10 minutes. ok that was that. months later i visit mexican friend in mexico city who gives me busboy job and we go to dance club in condesa roma, where all cool kids hang out, and they play song, and pasty white girl with hips that make any man settle on marriage surface to mind.  I run to dj and ask "que song is". Stranger. Stranger. what. Straaaaangeeer. And i ask who and i cant hear him and i ask to see record and finally i read cover "Clan of Xmos". There was no fucking point to this story but to tell you that ( and then later that night i get so drunk i tell girls in some band that im los angeles music director and i make out with 18 year mexican girl in bar that last till 5 in morning and everyone looks under 21. That was fun.