LA ART SUCKS

Burn friends with torch

No artist should have friends. No artist should have friends that are bad artist.  Bad art is created from having bad friends with wrong perspective on everything. The bad artist, bad friends, and wrong perspectives on everything create little art worlds that depress and waste time. Sucking each others dick, eating each others asshole, together bad friends and bad artist grow to form galleries like the ones in Los angeles.

This post was inspired by Angela Hanley, Overduin and Kite, and Redling Fine Art exhibition during last weeks.

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.

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

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.

How to use Hate

After work my body feel asleep mad at the world. The rest of me could not process greater intelligence than words like stupid, shit, hate, fuck, damn, hit, kick, kill, stab, crunch, shoot, bang, bark. In the last 10 seconds before sleeping i experience the doubt that great people suffer: "what if im wrong". I go to sleep, not thinking anymore. I wake in 1 hour. I have no feelings for anything until i hear horns outside in streets and i know stupid protesters are advertising anti-war propaganda. I hate them and I hate all political action people express. This is first feelings my body register after awake. When people are first knowing me and tell them I hate people, they say "Song Kwai, i dont believe you, you are nice, I think you are fascinated by people" - yes of course im fascinated.  fascinated by movies they watch, jobs they work, reasons they fuck, reasons they love, jokes they tell, images that make them cry, flirting habits, how they speak, how ego is created, how they desire, why they dream - im fascinate by the everything human 2.0. and everything disgust me soo much i feel snot coming from nose and liquid puss seeping from eyes, i feel only hatred for everything and anything world creates, all human ambition. I am the idiot who doesn't understand the world and like jean-genet wrote " a world that reject me, I reject". and for 10 seconds before sleeping it scares me. i barley know how use rejection. How to use Hate.  It makes me feel like a virgin. like first time having sex and thinking "oh my god this is happening. its happening". Its happening. Its happening. I will go and go and go (i dont know what happens next).

google + doggy + fat

I find this in my  analytics. I hope he find right position that makes both happy

No word from Blum and Poop after 2 days.

clown hookers and spanish fascism

When life works. I take. Before i can look for more girls on internet, like craigslist date with art teacher, girl found me on myspace last week. I thought it fake girl who sends spam but no she was real, latin with pretty face and with sexy smile. She sends message "Hey, you seem really interesting (yeah, of course i think)...I go to blah blah school. do you paint (ok, fuck before i kill, thats what american psycho teach me). I love going to art shows (maybe its one of the cunts i talk shit about, with high brown boots and black silky dresses). If white girl was amazing, i imagine latin internet girl burn my dick off. So message for 3 days.  she is sociology and humanitarian. I hate already and i can imagine how good hate fucking her would feel so i get excited. If people did more hate fucking, the world of sports would fall apart, less crime, less drug use, less anger in streets. Hate fucking may be contemporary version of the word "passion". she tells me of underground bar in k-town. Does the bitch think im korean and trying to impress. God this hate fuck is going to be God. The problem is i want to go see art show and not take her so i tell her i have dinner with friend leaving country and we meet around 9. 8th street latina agrees. The weekend is filled with brown people. I see article about spanish artist in downtown and i think FASCIST. The article is talking about explosions and big picture ideas. Fascism. Spain had fascism.  I get happy so happy. Fascism and hate fucking in one night. Los angeles maybe afterall. I show at deSoto gallery and many white people of course, some hippies but mainly nerd computer looking people. WTF! Everyone look happy and drunk and my dreams of fascism fade. fascism requires more suffering. It requires a different image, a different picture than good times of success. Its too early for the heart to stop living now. I walk around and walk out and head to my latin social worker i k-town. After text messages i meet her outside of R-Bar. I almost died. She look like clown hooker from horror movie. I cannot describe my embarrassment. I almost died. Just recite in head "clown hooker" Hate fuck is to soft a feeling, maybe fuck murder. Some women don't deserve to live. Just as there are men who deserve to live impotent everyday of life. i don't know which one is worst a dead women or a worthless man. We give code "shuffle truffle" to get into bar. Its very dark and i order whiskey shot with beer, and she gets girly drink. when she goes to restroom i start talking to white girl next to me. Clown hooker returns and after enough drinks i start charm and she ready to suck dick in car but i want to hate fuck, but she tell me things that make typical Catholic girl but not sure...maybe Catholic whore like music videos. In car i take home drunk and walk up stairs in to room and start feeling on big boobs and round ass. I get more aggressive and pin down while touching her outside her black stockings and i feel warmth of cunt and rub harder and kiss harder bittting lower lip while controlling arms down. STOP! Wat! Ok. I play gentlemen and wait for attack. then we start and stop. then start and stop. If only hitting someone was a symptom of territ. So i talk to catholic girl who says she never been with rough person like me and she scared but excited and she like me and many bullshit that my heardick called stop. My brain say get dick suck before all go bad. So i tell her lets go back to her car so we call it night. She feels bad now, she a bad women for not giving man dick time. She feels like bad whore, bad clown hooker. Now its easy to get dick suck. I drop her at car and she kisses and i bit softly and after minute she go down and unzip 140 dollar jeans and suck song kwai li's dick. She so bad i think of cute Japanese girls sucking my dick, giggling and happy with big bulging innocent eyes that make man feel like a good man, a gentlemen.  No more hate fuck. No more reality. Just pure fantasy with clown hooker lips on my dick.

Miranda July dance godess and vagina in the black beret

No more art shows this week. Maybe no more art shows ever. Maybe just alcoholic dancing and girls in berets with nice smiles on small waists with pin strips to cover sexy belly where pants began, buttons undone and warm touch starts. come back to me. or just come to me. where is muse that make man kiss with lips and not with dick. (I make u happy i promise).

So close. Almost there. Not really. Where are u? Alone for thanksgiving i I put 1 more add on craigslist
http://losangeles.craigslist.org/lac/m4w/486614233.html but no one reply after 2 days (ok). Restless with no vagina for dick and no vagina for heart i call friend to help me hunt adventure. Can u feed dick life without vagina. Maybe, but u let me know that story.

Friend take me to Junior high dance party. wat i tell her? Its a dress up party Song Kwai? How i dress, i wear uniform? Wear a tie and nice shirt, and do your hair like a little boy (Oh ok). I dont look like when i was in elementary school and we didn't have dances. I hope not to see Brittney spears sluts. Dick needs more women with more style. We arrive on hewitt street in arts district of los angeles, not to far from craiglist art teacher. Maybe i run into her and she can seduce me again. Already drinking before party, my friend and i go after big cups of vodka inside. Many cute girls dancing, ok, maybe like 5 cute girls dancing but some walking too. I drink 2 cups fast so i can start dancing with girl with precious moves like miranda july movie. Drinking make me a good dancer so i drag my friend to dance floor to help me with miranda july dance god. she size 6 girl (or 5 depending on jeans), about 3 inches smaller than me with tight blue jeans, 80s top, short dirty brown hair and dances clumsy sexy. Forget amelie  u just need video of this girl dancing forever. After 4 vodkas I talk to her and after minutes i find she lesbian. Actually, her girlfriend tell me she lesbian. (ok ok, i go - u sure no want dick?). Confused. I feel stupid. I feel cheated.  I liked the way she talked. I think of every word she said and how just seconds ago my stomach was stirring dick with excitement and my eyes kissing her cheeks. I wanted. I want. Ill give u something bigger than my dick. I promise.

Drunk, i forget about muse and i  get pbr beer. drunk. My accent is getting worse. I talking like way i write. But then i find white punk girl with berret looking at me on dance floor but she look 18, maybe 20 at most (but i look 22). Maybe she lesbain too. she wants to dance but is only looking. I motion her to start dancing  with me (opps i step on toes). She not as cute but is cute. She has cuteness but doesn't know how to use yet. After many glances, smiles and some words I think she too young to know me, to know my art, to know song kwai li, to know why man chooses girl. when thoughts like these hit my head (usually when drunk) i forget girl as muse and see nothing else but vagina. a women that doesn't inspire man is simply a vagina. A man that doesn't inspire a women is a pussy.

So i make move on my vagina. Dance closer on hip hop song and reach for her waist and dance like black man in rap video. She blushes surprised as friend looks over and is laughing. Im laughing too. Am i joking or am i real about humping her leg? I dont know the answer so she backs off a little. I move closer. Just enough not to scare. Then the song changes and sucks. So ask her if she wants beer and ask her to follow me. I dont want to waste time. I dont want to hear her words. I just want dick time. So we get beer  and exchange some of words about how we hear of party where we live, blah blah and then i get feeling like 1 more beer and dick will fall asleep, so i just say during a pause of conversation.  " Lets go makeout (haha, maybe blow job), u can bring beer if u want"  ""wat" she gives small nervous laugh "yeah, common" I grab her hand and motion her outside. we walk 3 steps, i turn around and smile at her. She still holding beer. I left mine on table. "where" she says. I dont hear first time and ask her again. "where u want to go?" "uhh, i have car. or my house, if u want." That second she realize she was only vagina to me. That second she was hoping i was more than just dick to her. She prolly dont know how to use a dick without feelings. She lets go of my hand and says Im sorry and walks back to main room.  She wanted to tell more things. She wanted to hear more things of me. She wanted to be muse for man. muse for life. Oh well, I just wanted her to be my vagina.

i never do coke again

One week later after thanksgiving craigslist posting white jewish girl in silverlake message me " I found your posting hilarious for some reason, you actually serious?". So i send photo and ask for photo but she send myspace. Shes a boston girl from Emerson college, 21, arrive in los angeles 2 months ago (fresh and lonley) working on music internship. Her face ok not something i marry, hair little curly, her body look thin and nice, dress not so bad, not so hipster. No HEADBANDS like most fucking cobra snake idiots. Ok. Lets play. Friday, Echo park. my house. Roomate is not home. Yes, I have whiskey ready.

Ok. Face needs a little work but with Jewish nose comes jewish boobs. We have whiskey and coke (like pepsi) and she talks about music, bands playing, spaceland, the echo, blah blah blah. I hate music people. Fucking rock and roll thinking. After 2 whiskeys i realize she typical young american who believes in "we only live once" " life is short" and who suffer from thought that if not go out tonight, if not go out tomorrow and the next night, that she would miss something, some amazing experience life could teach her, some great story, If she stay home tonight by herself she would miss rock and roll. She would miss youth. She would miss. So buttface emerson girl with nice body is drinking whiskey in living room with weird chinese misanthrope she meet tonight (hi, can i touch vagina warm).

She keeps blabbering and i want to move into room so i offer music (yes, it works) She starts molesting my itunes and i think o great maybe not good idea. I make more drinks, and the bitch keeps djing. (hello over here) i want her on my bed but she still on chair, 5 feet from my dick. She say justice is stupid. And i agree and tell her i know much better techno, german shit. Then i reach over and play iggy pop. She ask me about my art, looking around my room, seeing nothing on walls. Oh long story, a bunch of pretentious shit i tell her. She says "wanna go to lil joy" (fucked bar with rock and roll dreams down the street). Cocky after 3 whiskeys, and with dick hard in pants i tell her "hmmm, later. wanna make out" She laughs but not with surprise, very comfortable with the situation and for a second her face looks pretty. u do coke she tells me. Yea sure. She pulls out baggy. We cut and do lines next to laptop and iggy pop is playing "I'm sick of you". we start making out standing up. The moment feels so rock and roll and go with. We fall on bed. my hands rushing up her shirt and girl unbutton pants (wow, im lil surprised). she gets up and takes off shirt but very mechanically. I help with bra and monster breasts fly in face. To bad they sag a little to the side. She has no expression in face. I kiss her down and unbutton pants, and i'm sliding her pants off when i realize i dont feel dick. Where  is dick. I grab myself as i see her panties. FUCK! its ok i will eat her out.  the smell of warm vagina always make dick hard. she is shaved. i like little hair around girl lips, bald pussy looks scary, like chicken. ugly. After minutes i still feel no dick. it feel smaller than ever. fucking coke. i take pants off and she grabs dick to stroke but soft and she yanks and i keep kissing her. "Wannt me to go down"  i feel stupid. what happen. why i feel so small. She goes down to suck dick and after a minute i stop her. my dick looks like shit. WTF. Iggy pop is still playing, rock and roll is happening and im heer with no dick and all vagina. My heart dropped and crash hard. I tell her sorry and we lay in bed for minutes that burn. I get up put pants and go to patio and call friend who does cocaine. I tell my dick dont work. What i do? He start laughing. this never happen. my dick is smaller than normal. how the fuck that happen. What kind of coke the bitch give me.

when i get back to room girl is dressed. Its only 12:20 am. Bye. Bye. After she leaves i make sure dick works. I masturbate to porn for hour and half till i cum. I fall asleep twitching, worried, tired.

baldassari flu

I want to thank people who read blog. Very cool. i am sick today, Long weekend. cocaine girl give me flu with shrivel dick. Brain not working great but healthy is the idiot. i dont know why i started blog. Baldassari said he started putting color dots because he hated fact that powerful people where making life altering decisions for him. So he covered powerful people faces and it made him happy. Same formula. Throw hatred in the right man and man will be great. sometimes he is bad, sometimes he is good (who knows).

East vs West @ Pee Gardens

The women of west and east smell different.  santa monica and echo park. CA. I visit venice beach bar to see  friend leave country and many nice smile girls that have good hair smell i want to lay next to in morning wake and do doggy style softly, like waking up in heaven (but what i do after that with them i dont know). For me these women exist from 10 - 10. PM to AM. And half time im sleeping.

Women in santa monica have eyes like men. I see hunters. They look at me. They look at almost anyone. I think wow, sluts. Or los angeles lonliness. mixed with silicon unconfidence it same thing. Bar is Briggs with boxer man outside on neon sign. No one is dancing but they are playing black people dance music (i like and bounce head). But then i have to go to pee garden outside cause unisex line is too big for restroom. And friend grab me while finishing in pee garden and we rush to mandrake bar where i hear art students start bar. I research last week bar. I been once. I find some names attach to bar, one justin beal who i see stupid grapjuice piece with glass at angela hanley gallery and almost smash out of convulsion reaction. It look like undergraduate art, like sophomore. Later that night i see man behind piece and he looks like baby face who party in university frat and i think no wonder. What a piece of shit (I steal blue chair from bar and put in friends car). And i google when i get home name and find other galleries attach his stupid work and think art bar get idiot art boy shows (good idiot). I think los angeles is los angeles. People show art because u have bar. No people show art cause curators are lazy and dont have time to look for good artist so they fuck, i mean they show, whoever is free, whoever is stumbling in their hands at 2 in morning before loneliness and poverty of heart hurts. This is Art. No one is differ. No one is special. Even with principle, with time u become shit. LA  ART SUCKS (both dick and vagina).

I'm started movie

Teaching vagina how to drive

Long time since i give dick or hate. Maybe this is what white hipsters around me do for feelings. nothing (hmmm).

X-girlfriend from new york visit this weekend. she rich girl. half white, half japanese. Father had a case of yellow fever.  Dont blame man for wanting smaller vagina that smell better. Plus Japanese girls are most passive of all asian women. They have no struggle, no hate, no bitterness, nothing that makes pussy flinch with confidence for having beautiful pussy. Men have to teach japanese women whats in between their tighs. Thats why u see school girl and medical examination japanese porn. This how my x girlfriend was.

I put hand on dick when she was close. No keep going down. sometime she give head but without vagina in her mouth. I eat vagina for myself not for girl. Thats what makes good. One day, right before making her cum with my tongue, she raced towards my dick and started eating like buffet. She felt in vagina, she wanted my dick more than i wanted her to be there. Thats when she learned how to fuck. Finally, and then we brake 4 weeks later for reasons beyond vagina and dick, things greater than my knowledge of world.

so...she visiting her yellow fever father in La, and she comes over to echo park palace wanting dick time. i tell her i making movie. Busy. dont want to see. Text to text. I call. Ok. lets have dinner sat. she still look like princess. rich bitch. she say nothing exciting but realization many 23 year olds who go to college encounter "OMG, the world is lonely" . No shit. I think after high school people should have 2 years of loneliness with no college. No groups. No clicks. no comfort zones. Actually fuck college. it make stupid people.

We eat dinner. We drink. We fuck but i giver her no dick. she feels like shit after. I feel great. Did i mention she fashion designer. Fuck You!

To the 36 year italian stalking me

Hi, R. I know you are reading this and i want to post your text messages. (i cover number) U give good text.  Maybe i can share more of you later. maybe.

Sex and Death in Arizona

Thursday night before big holiday week my neighbor calls and says if i want drink. Sure. Both our roommates are gone. She is going to Arizona to visit family on saturday and I'm stuck in los angeles a little broke but not too bad. I'm thinking i can get sex this weekend. there is going to be many lonley people in bars on holiday weekend, many looking to escape family. Loneliness running towards loneliness. I feel tired thinking about it so im very glad to pause loneliness for second and tuck my dick between my legs for thursday night hangout. She had jeamoson whiskey waiting for me, playing the knife, then later Sonic, Peaches, Simion mobile disco and then madonna and booty rap. She took pictures of me. I take pictures of her. After 5 glasses on rocks we dance a little, a little silly,  a little sexy. Something like Wong Kar-wai meets lil jon's "get low". Without mess. without hype, without Hong Kong, without tragedy. Just 2 idiots enjoying.

After marijuana joint, we pass out in couch watching Australian comedy show (only time i watch tv, since i have none).  Just before joint she say i go to Tuscon with her to visit her family. Ok.

Friday im harassed by stalker # 4 who thinks im creepy (ok)

saturday:
Desert make me feel like killing or fucking .In blyth i think world just quite and die then 2 hours later just before tuscon, i want to fuck neighbor hard and crusty in backseat on side of road. besides being stupid there was nothing terrible that the world did in blyth to make me want to kill it. Besides being hot there was nothing special my neighbor did that me want to fuck her 20 miles before her home. I want to share a secret with the desert. between me, everything and nothing so i can get that giddy feeling of getting away with life.

   

The stupid, the bitch, the end

People dont deserve shit. i walk into MC gallery last night and was so happy to see nigger art in my hood. Jonathan hernandez cleared gallery empty but left 1 single dummy punch molded in wall. "el fin". spanish for the end. I walk around to other galleries. LAX is FUCKING terrible i want to eat someone skull. I race to blum and poe and sandori.rey to see boring sketches that might be good but dont have patience for then see bad video art in storage container. im getting warm with every beer and run past through the shit painting galleries brushing against stupidty left and right and more and more i understand hatred in daniel day lewis character in there will be blood. I cannot continue doing this with all these people. If i can use these people to create my fame and fortune, only to have them eat my shit, smeared across like 2 girls in a cup. There will be blood. Perhaps not now. But yes.
I walk into the light box and see the aesthetics of software. I hate art that makes me look at new things in same old way. A buck of shit is a bucket of shit. porn is porn. food is food. painting is painting. Decoration. get the fuck out and make art. stupid ass shit. Maybe corey archangel for a second. but he needs to get his ass beat and make nigger software art. I walk outside and see buckets of beer. i think of getting car and stealing whole thing. then i think i should steal all beer from galleries. anyone want to help next gallery fag hag opening.

 

I pass by mandrake and get beer inside. why not. even if of mandrake threat me to kick my ass. Thank you for serving me beer. I dont hate your bar. i hate the people in it. I wish none of them success. i see nothing in them but boredom, laziness, spoiledness, stupidity, and cowards. lazy cowards fumbling power like teenage virgins. give me just an inch, just an inch.  I can take you there.

Spending some much time alone around people only makes me mad and envious of life. I call cocaine girl on my way home. She is surprised to hear from me. weeks since we chattted. I go over her house in silveralke for first time. Her apartment looks dull and lonely without roomate. she knows im there for obvious. its just before midnight on saturday and still time to maybe see night, get a drink and make her feel like i spent time with her, like life is happening and she is having fun. But drag her into room and we make out and she says shes on period. And i hesitate and think thats ok. but maybe not. she starts giving me head. and this time she didnt give me coke so dick is really hard. all hate is condensed to dick. the little slut just let me walk in and put dick in mouth, so i treat her like whore in german throat fuck porn. i fuck her face and she pulls up gagging and i continue, pushing to see when she make me stop and go home. make go home bitch. realize you are a whore and stop me. stop me. but she didnt. she slurped like a champion for 10 minutes before cumming in mouth and she eat. next thing i remember is her roomate coming home with friend. i put pants on and she is looks embarrassed in front of roomate. she want me out but dares not bring it up or make it seem like i just used her. very awkward moment,  so i just say bye and walk out. 30 minute pit stop.

That moment driving home i realize i never have pretty girl with nice smile that makes heart warm. thats not me and thats not her. we are not them, that couple. we lost that. that was yesterday. too late. its too fucking late. bitch where are you,  i want your suicidal dream inside me. lets rip each other to shit. lets quite this all together between me and you and everyone else. Bitch come to me.

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.

Emos Get Attacked

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

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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.

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.

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