LA ART SUCKS

Compassionate rape scenes from the third reich thug life

Sometimes when typing i bark and my saliva jumps onto the keyboard and screen. It gets me hot to see those bubbles while typing - make me feel like proud man confronting  the things i hate about the world, as if only to come closer to defining what i love about it. And so i bark.

Last night was the most annoying conversation and dinner with white people. I hate large table dinners when people share tab. I hate starfuckers too. especially asian girls who act naive and look around room with big bulging eyes looking for art stardom to suck life out of. How i get stuck with starfucking asian precious pussies and the rich bitch white gold, who knows, i always find myself as the insider within, the enemy within. I can act for a few seconds, even minutes, but i almost lost my cool yesterday, nearly exposed my hatred blunt and brutal, almost smashed some skulls into the hard bin of the osyter pot, while clamping a steak knife to some cunts hand while i grab her head from behind and repeatedly smash her head on the table and her cunty white friends and asian starfucker panic spasms like a terrorists had just entered their home. On the way out i would knee the stupid pirate hipster at the neighboring table in the face, grab that stupid margarita, brake the glass and proceed to scrap his face with it so it matched his pirate outfit. 

But last night was not the night to reveal myself. not yet. These people weren't worth it.
So i let the little shits talk about their back packing travels around europe. and then after a few whiskeys i think which of these rich bitches can i make stupid girlfriend who give me money. if it worked once, i can do it again. Shit i hate kids who are under 25 and have traveled the world. Its the worst thing in the world. Ah but without hating them what boredom would overcome me. I would be unmotivated, sit in my room all day, do nothing, strive after nothing, be complacent with the things around me - essentially i would be them, the shit i hate, the shit taht breed thugs like myself, song kwai li.

Photographers are not Artist.

7:45 pm. In middle of a workshop for legal issues pertaining to artist who do photography. The room is filled with 40 something year old 2nd rate commercial photographers who still believe in beautiful pics and human expression. Oh god! I almost want to punch every single one and save human race from these stupid liberal hippie junk wasting our time. And they go on about their precious projects and worries about getting their shit stolen or some prick suing them for photographing him with his mistress unknowingly. I raise hand and ask lawyer "so i can steal someone's photograph who has not registered their photo and register their photo under my name" lawyer "hypothetical you mean". "No. To be honest. Thats what i do. I steal photos." Everyone in the room gives sighs and ahrgs. I realize all these losers are photographers not artist. My hate rises to my voice quickly. I keep probing about intellectual property and flikr. Some bitch a part of the council at lacma something something interrupts me angrily while looking at me, why don't you take your own photographs. "I'M NOT A PHOTOGRAPHER, IM AN ARTIST. I DOCUMENT WHAT PEOPLE DO. I SELECT WHAT I FIND INTERESTING. WHAT I WANT TO SEE. I MAKE IT MY OWN. I PUT VALUE INTO IT." my voice is authoritative, loud almost bordering violent. The lawyer interjects, and the room shuffles in unison - i want to bash all of them with construction cranes. My blood is ready for fists. I can see all their idiot ideals stamped across their foreheads, in their disapproving nods.  And i hear "its just unethical". What fucking idiots.  The lawyer brings up baldessari and richard prince. Like these idiots know them.

I leave as soon seminar is over and head over to the nearest bar i see on 4th street santa monica. I see some hot girl with rolling rock so i do same. The scene is too ridiculous, too white, too bro-hoe y for me and i drink beer in 2 minutes and leave for eastside where i live and die, thugging.

For those new VVork fuckers looking at my site for the first time, read the older posts  that all the kids seem to like.  Read Cunts. Read my little cunts.   

Ramp for killing people, 2008, c-print 10x14

Bob # 1, 2008, Silver Hiliade Print, 11x14

Emos Get Attacked

This should happen to the hipsters and painters in Echo Park and Williamsburg. Ahh my mexican friends. Only you have balls.

Story

Black thong jiggling among cocaine pirate hipsters

A mob of hipsters invade next door party. Muffled noises beneath my room. I'm too lazy, too much a hermit to care for party. But the party is nearly in my bedroom so why not take off my pants and have good time. 2 whiskeys before talking to anyone and 3 beers later next door. Im with cocaine Pirate hipsters. no one dancing. I see friend and we go into bedroom and join the cocaine festivities on kafka book and a rolled up bank statement. No bling bling bitches tonight. Crowd feels a little booty, a little middle class. Just up my alley.  We join party and some cute apple bottom jean girls dancing. There is cuban hot girl with sass smacked across her pucker and eyebrows, black heel hip sway with an ass i want to chew and do lines of coke off. Come here mammi. I bring her close to me, grind to some hip hop raunch and I can already taste her weight on my flesh, damped and gripping. she goes into the kitchen where only i can see here and lowers her pants and claps her ass with a black thong. immediately my head thinks i want to slap and grab. but Its funny what a couple of months of hermitude will do to dick. makes dick lazy. Dick reacts  seconds late. Life is about momentum and if you haven't been fucking its hard to start fucking again. But you have to start somehow. So i sit there cerebrally  admiring scene when i realized i have a dick to attend to. i rush into kitchen, but a few seconds late, once already raising her pants, my hands in mid swing of a velcro slap against her jiggling flesh. We stumble into dance room and she covers me with cumbia hips and a smile i want to see after she pulls my dick out of her mouth, just before she jumps on my dick. Ahhhh..., she has boyfriend...but life doesn't really work that way... i'll let u go home at 6 in the morning.