LA ART SUCKS

Glenn Phillips vs. Suge Night (Not Really)

No cocaine. No hipsters. No vagina. I do art with art kids but get bored and lonely. They smile and laugh like monsters around me. Fisting videos and pre-irony exhaust giggling perverse white humor in baroque getty theater. Oh Shit put 2 dollas in the err for these 2 dolla niggas. Good effort Bruce. Glenn Phillips, Los Angeles needs me.  Los Angeles begging for dick. Me you, and Suge knight raising dollas for hookers and eating cocaine gums. Fuck La Art Weekend.  Some marketing gimmick of jewish descent, I grab my only 2 friends these days and we stumble east of echo park on york avenue,  two years before gentrification completely fucks up.  Fat people that make me feel beautiful.  Bar hopping down Figueroa into a cave where fat bats apparently come to get laid. wow fat people party. Stuck in a middle of dance floor with no love for art kids and a dick that only moves when skinny pretty girls surround me with sexy abandon.   Another stupid night. Another failure.

skl

job, art, pussy

I quite job. So money dry in june. Maybe sleep with suga mamma again. Maybe i getting too old for suga mammas. Dick still good. Strong. not mandingo but errr. I do what i want. America no?

Party. So there was an interesting brute and a beautiful face half severed hair tossed aside. Red cups, red lights, lolipop and a youtube dance floor blunder. Minus the this and minus the that. no more than life has to offer and tonight, that night, i'm not actually stuck between fake blabber with boring people of exciting times. But still people can always be greater. If they choose not to be greater, then i choose to be nothing. Boring.

I miss pussy. Its been time. I saw some stupid hipster art this weekend. Some temple bullshit then some bookstore in chinatown. Both where embarrassing but then im getting old. saw a girl around the hood. mexican girl. too young, but very cute with much potential. i give her 4 years then i be up in her shit, she be 17 then. i talked to gangster rap producer on phone other day. i thought my diction fucked. he just fucking alien. what! nevermind. i felt like faggot talking to real nigga. the other day i realize nigga art misunderstood for nigger art. No. art world need tupac. maybe its me, maybe its not. if we can take the record industry we can take the art world.

i need a cute girl with salsa hips and the smile of the devil. Doggy-style has never meet our romance. Missionary, legs up, you can giggle in my face seconds before nibble on your upper lip and and then dip my fingers in your mouth. warm feels good.