LA ART SUCKS

A visit to Jail

2008-05-20T01:08:48-07:00

I visit Jail, by magic mountain, i wait fucking 3 hour to see person i know. Many young black and brown mommas with babies and bad fashion. No one tells u whats going on. What to do. They should have tutorials for beginners. After long line, like waiting for roller coaster, U wait more for bus then they pack u in like prisoners of 3rd world country and drive u off to countryside jail. They want to punish visitors for knowing prisoners. We bad too. We check in without any cellphones or cameras and the soda machines wont take dollar bills, and the officers ignore you. "where do i..." "go wait in line over there sir." I turn around and the most depressing long hall, narrow for about 100 feet, people waiting for officer to call out prisoner name from shitty drive thru intercom. Shit this is not like in movies. babies crying, some running around. Fat people everywhere. moms and dads, brothers, sisters crying, unborn kids in the belly of women who know nothing better but to love their babie daddies with stupid loyalty, hood love. And the smell of hoochie girls with hooker heels and Youtube asses looking delicious for their thugs. Southside, westside, eastside, northside, in the bowels of dog brains itself.

punk gothy suicide girl

2008-05-09T23:24:29-07:00

Friend call me drunk thrusday night.
in hollywood. come now.
k.
fuck i hate hollywood.
but me with 3 vodkas chillin at home. Project pat and three 6 mafia getting me hot to meet vagina.

I arrive at the Room, big black bouncer Andre knows me and he say "what up nigga" and i say Nigga lets do this. not really but i walk in the glitz and hipster faisco, some hands waving at me from dark corner of red light. Oh hi. Fucking hipsters. I hate hollywood. vodka tonic. me and friend talk about the world and 3 girls fancy our talk and dress and approach us with class and conficdence. 2 Canadians and new zealnder. girls from lost countires, unoticed from the world staying in hollywood hosterls. 2 are cute. one sounds annoying. one has tattoes and locks punk goth. i bring her close. pasty white come here. i love her skin and the pout on her lips and the smallness of her nose. one more beer. we talk industrial music, we talk art, we talk porn. Other girl tries to talk to me and get my number but not interested. i want pasty white all over my sking. punk goth beauty from down under. but canadian is aggressive and i give in and give her number. " i really like you, your so nice" bitch just wait till i get u in bed. Not so nice anymore. k. bye. the two canadians take off, one puyking all over the fucking pklace.

Punk gothy stays behind and hangs out. my friend is talking to bouncers. 2 more beers. Punk gothy is actually a suicide girl named pandie i find. we talk about gods girls and suicide girls. i get turned on even more now. she is starting to turn on my interests more than my dick. both are there and we stumble to my car. she is hesitant. "dont worry im not going to kill you, i promise" haha, maybe. oh patrick batmen thank you for the sickness in my heart. We drive around drunk and i call lesbian girlfriend for directions to pandies hostel. We find. and park. talk for over some time. fuck, she a writer finishing a novel, got a working visa to be in states for whole year. carrer driving betch. fuck yea, come here and let me touch. you more than vagina girl. we kiss kiss. taste of red lipstick all over. she have baby love handles i fund adorable, and pu hand up skirt and she stop, she rubs my cock from outside. what. let me touch i think. i try one more time. she must be on period i think. no entry for hand or dick. i drop that issue and kiss neck and i realize im really drunk and getting sleepy. if i dont fuck i just pas out. after 20 minutes. we stop. its 4 in the morning. tell me more about ur novel. she has no number in states. how do i find u again. you can contact me through suicide girls. I tell her just to google me. I come up. talk to me there. lets meet again and start riot in hear and genitals. yeah. maybe. k, baby.

ok

2008-05-04T01:57:01-07:00

life sucks, especially when everyone around has friends to cuddle with. maybe life just sucks. yeah

job, art, pussy

2008-04-29T02:38:52-07:00

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.

Glenn Phillips vs. Suge Night (Not Really)

2008-04-14T23:49:08-07:00

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

Black thong jiggling among cocaine pirate hipsters

2008-03-30T03:47:21-07:00

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.

Emos Get Attacked

2008-03-27T11:54:04-07:00

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

Story

Photographers are not Artist.

2008-03-27T01:28:26-07:00

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.

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

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

Compassionate rape scenes from the third reich thug life

2008-03-01T14:10:00-08:00

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.

Clan of Xymox in mexico city

2008-02-17T02:19:53-08:00

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.

Fuck OFF

2008-02-16T02:38:36-08:00

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.

neo futurist mumbo jumbo without the accent

2008-02-03T14:44:10-08:00

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....

The stupid, the bitch, the end

2008-01-20T23:59:40-08:00

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.

Rich Bitch at mandrake

2008-01-07T22:42:47-08:00

shes a rich bitch a bling bitch. matching white dresses with black stockings on stupid beautiful smile to expensive for hungry nigger like me. Rich bitches. These rich bitches with rich bitch wallpaper, from rich bitch schools, like most this saturday night a mandrake bar. those crossroads rich bitches from santa monica and nyc. She and he. yellow piss champaign dancing. Go home and fuck ur daddy.

Just after i posted nigger art, what do rich bitch do, but make clever art. they make wallpapers mainly from computer generated images. some grided. some not. "haha, wallpaper that so stupid. Its so ugly,Yes i make nigger art . thats so clever of me rich bitch white" NO rich bitch! Irony is dead. Go home and fuck ur daddy.

The Problem is that rich bitch think art is like game of chess, like sausser said about language, like the game the little devil, marcel du-champ play 100 years ago. and the question for the rich bitch is always how can i be clever, how can i be an artist. That is wrong game for this century of nigger art. Niggers don't know rich bitch luxury of boredom. Niggers dont see 36 flavors, 53 colors, 7 different sizes, glossy or matte, red or white wine. the only colors that niggers like me see are the same colors that hitler saw. and now the art world is biggest fucking jew.

Go home and fuck daddy

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2007-12-30T03:15:34-08:00

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