LA ART SUCKS

The last LA ART SUCKS posting

2008-09-16T08:32:04-07:00

All right kids. I'm closing shop. it was fun. I'm making a some editions of the LA ART SUCKS book available for $20 in oct. Check out thankgodforconceptualart for info/update. I have new project Nico Brown Jr.
Here is a video about Song Kwai Li below.

- Song Kwai Li

Dog Barking Hate Talking

2008-06-23T23:35:10-07:00

song kwai li

I be having dis twitch - Verse 3

2008-06-13T02:16:22-07:00

Mutahfucka, Mutahfuckera, Mutahfuckea, Mutahfuckea,
Mutahfucka, Mutahfuckera, ,
I be having this twich in my nerves
I be having this twich in my head
Mutahfucka
I be having this twich run my blood
Mutahfucka,
I be having twich in my dick
Mutahfucka,
I be having this twich hit my heart
Mutahfucka
I be having this twich when I wake
Muthafucker muthatfucka

Mutahfuckers listen up,
This twich blowing up, I aint stopping till the alarms pull me away
Cause I’ll beat, crack, break heads till they fucking split
Starting with LA , New york, worldwide bitch!

From Saatchi to gogysh, shit I’ll handle dis with a bitch slap
no more pretty pictures, u fucking outdated muthafuckers
shove that brush in your ass, twirl, pop out, paint your face like 2 girls and cup

Mothafuka I luv the stank of pussy on my lips
So im creeping on, eating art kids for dinna,
Holla Hannibal and Hitler drunk inside me ,
Call it another 9ll, I Osama bin laden

Mothafucka me against dis art game, holding mine till you know my name, watch the spots, light my charm, homicidal manics raise your arms show love for this twich, against all, lets blow this bitch

Mothafuka im losing my head
Let me borrow your head
Let me borrow your head
Cause im losing my head
Im losing my head
Let me borrow your head
Let me borrow your head,
head im loosing my head
im loosing my head, let me borrow your head
let me borrow your head, im loosing my head,
mothafucka, im losing my head
let me borrow your head.

Fascist Rapist - Verse 2, take 25

2008-06-10T00:31:39-07:00

And to D, the commentor below, what u mean "keep rapping but make it COUNT!" - WTF, what if i didnt make it count - dont give me an ounce of politics or else ill eat u the same as i eat the pussies in LA. Keep your head up LA is coming.

Vampire Thugging - Verse1, Take 21

2008-06-06T14:47:13-07:00

I started rapping last week. Here is first verse, take 21 or 22.

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.

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

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

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

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.