LA ART SUCKS

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.   

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).

pubic hair for postmodern pussies

There are to many postmodern pussies. Everything is good to them. Fuck that. They are like whores. Take everything they get. Only fascist understand love now. maybe terrorist if they can keep their bombs inside asshole and gut. No actually terrorist are stupid to. but maybe stupid is good. My heart now sour like sartre in nausea. no, no maybe better describe with flat pessimism of  Yoshihiro Tatsumi,  laughter of donnie darko at end of movie and the chainsaw of batemen in american psycho. Lets throw in hate  from rape scene in irreversible and with the patience of Michael Haneke holding u by ballls, tickling you slowly. do u like. u game.

I go to Blum and Poe last weekend and it was so bad. is there hope for BP? tonight i made letter to them and will send in morning. im sending them my pubic hairs for being assholes and show mary popping idiot. gangsta artist. artist need to learn from black people how to thug.

   

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.

a dickless dick for curators

I get phone call from curator in New York today. we started conversation in email 4 months ago. She listen but not really. I send cd and dvd and she look and sent email. But email says nothing. So i send blog last thursday. she read. she calls me today. Hi.

Most curators are annoying mid 30 something women. i dont know why. maybe they get fatter and uglier. They are losing life. Maybe they are just losing. One thing for sure. They want dick. Or pussy, whatever makes saggy clit happy. Between smart talk they learn in college and lonely bed time reading they just say "fuck me please". Im ok with sex economy. Like old rich man with young bimbo. Dont pretend is Love. Dont pretend is art. Dont pretend your smart. Its only dick and pussy. please don't write a novel.

Ok, sorry. me and midwife white curator talk on phone. She started gallery two years ago, maybe after husband stop giving dick (i found she married in conversation). She ask me stupid questions like most curators do. She sound sexy over phone. but internet photo says slightly different. My dick is confused. But i try to answer questions but i say words that sound arrogant and i try to make up by jumping into a sex analogy "talking about  work makes me feel like being in middle of sex and thinking about sex. is everything working? is she having good time. you know it doesn't work..." ....Ok. she laughs and very hard. Great! She want dick or maybe my art to make money (yes, lets have sex and money, we dont have love). I dont say but i will show her when i go to new york in January. Yes, dick is most powerful when there is no dick in dick but only stiff blood. Too much dick man, man confuses with love. Man is weak.

I hope she gives me show after reading this (hi)

Bombs on Bergamont strip

Someone should bomb Bergamont station in middle of parking lot. Maybe we dont call art.  So I'm no Joe deutsch screaming bataillan primordial cock from nerve of unconscious blah blah fuck. Maybe its only terrorism. Cold ball of smoke. Nothing more.  I dont know it  but maybe the only exciting thing in LA. I do know it's more punk than show i see  at track 16 by anna summa. Fucking show called "los angeles: photographs" Fuck u. Fuck naming conventions of art world. Fuck u i go back to gallery and steal all your photographs and reselll in underground art market. Fuck u. What punk does this generation have? What generation does this generation have? Who cares about history. its autistic anyway.

And here we are. So i see other show by something johnson at big fat man's gallery who i hear is big asshole and pervert (like most fat men with small dicks) and has fetish with asian women (i notice many white men do) Patrick Painter Gallery.   Show not bad. i dont believe it. maybe why big fat man gets dick suck by little Asian girls he hires at front desk. He did buy bas jan ader works. ok. i look for him but not find. i do come across artist and i tried talking to him, but he 1 foot bigger than me and talks like andy warhol, but more gay and nervous. and he leaves me. of course. So walk around and see vernacular show. vernacular means u steal off american apparel but less sex and gloss. Fuck u. Someone go poop in front door of gallery. Next i see hip-hop show. No black people. 2 latin people. I hate graffiti art. Americans are stupid and love. they think its punk. its sooo cool. so "urban" i write with crayon on wall. haha. im urban. idiots. they should hang suicide knots in parks, lots of suicide knots in parks. Thats real graffiti. fuck aesthetics. if you painter and reading this i want u to die. Please go way. this world no longer meant for "expression" or "meaning". No more. die. Dont give me your feelings. not even indifference. Ill smash u like fire extinguisher in irreversible movie. Dont give. only die.

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).

Scarface kill the art critic

Los Angeles so dumb even critics of city are stupider than idiot who visit galleries. One idiot, Christopher Knight write LA Times article making painting look great (Common). who does that? U think u rebel. Don't be attention whore Chris. We know painting is stupid. Like i say in comment on article. Its not painting that should die but painters (u can quote). Ok so know one is as ugly as me to say something like that. Such pussy generation  in america. spoiled.  u remember scene in scarface when paccino in restaurant and goes crazy and starts telling everyone he is bad man. I'm scarface of art world  (but with less money, less drugs). The only problem i cannot big big gangster in art world there is only so much i can hustle and control. Not enough money, even if i control Damien hirst and Richard prices of world. Even if i take over the gogysian and saatchi empire and buy out all art consultants. What would i control. Fuck! what would i sale.  Maybe i collect everything and burn in island and videotape live on internet or maybe make photo of event, or maybe just video or maybe i just talk about it or maybe invite selected audience to experience. or maybe i create a new gallery and bring ashes of yesterday art world. No maybe i just burn all art, everything, just get rid and know one sees and so we only have copies living on internet, floating, copies, stupid jpg copies of everything. Haha. Art what a fucking game. What a joke. Lets hide.

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

epic cumshot make man feel like man without wanting to be man no more

Please watch untill end. Wait for load. its worth.

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.

   

LA ART SUCKS found on google

A tribute to Bad Men of the internet.

NIGGER ART

i want to see nigggers make art. White artist are too prickly and boring. chinese art is scam, living on weird exotic affirmative action. Latin artist are too didactic. Ok so you poor and look like shit. who cares. Japanese make art for underage only, just like it likes girls. I think japan in eternal infantile autism.  Freud would have loved japan today. So really, what we need is more art from the niggers but no talk about injustice, no talk about racism, just pure dog brain nigger action. stupid like a rap song. erect like a mandingo dick. i dont even think nigger art belong to a race or color. it just belongs to nigger brains. ugha ugha. For example, everyone in time experience a moment they never say happening, or see themselves like never think before. She became a lusty whore, craving dick. He became a bad man, seeking to hurt. But it began with whore with the right man and the wrong time, and for the bad man, a grudge not able to be set free and why he takes out in others. I am in love with this whore and this bad man. I want them. I need them. I am them. Why dont you need? Nigger Art. Like you never seen coming. like it wasnt suppose to happen. Not to you. Not to art world. Nigger Art. Stupider than your mom. stupider than your stupid dog. Dog brains. The new revolution. Toss me a  bone that taste like vagina and i will chew happy till the world comes crumbling apart around my balls and takes away that thing. that thing.

Nasty VVORK

Since nasty nets talk good things about me i give present. I put feed from nasty nets blog inside VVork blog. 
NASTY VVORK 

Keep thinking nigger art and please give me.