had my first exhibition (according to sebastian) in stockholm today.
ate kebab again for lunch, the kebab sultans are gonna miss me grindcore. and went to meet sebastian at his house. turns out i dont have a photographic memory and couldn't find it so i went to a 7/11 (which close at like midnight and have internet) and facebooked him and marc pearson ended up running into him soon after.
we went to his club night to organise stuff and get the bands to soundcheck etc. met some of the dudes from dungen who were playing in another band there that night (who were dope ¨life on earth¨). we drew and painted some pictures and stuck them up around the place. the night was mask themed so i hurredly taped my face up and turned it into a face stronghold fort which i was a huge fan of. danced for ages and for a little bit it felt like being back home, which warmed my throat in the nice way, not the frustrating way. and ended up going back to sebastians house to show and tell drawings and music on the innernets. sebastian and co are the best
walked home with a new pal who looks like joe (not rouse) which took like an hour, by the time i got there it was an hour till i had to leave for my flight to barcelona (4am). dad was really drunk and ranted at me calling me the most dispicable human ever and that im trying to be white and dont give a fuck about my black family because i wrote the word ḧousing commission¨ on my blog without going into detail about why people end up in housing commission, and id probably end up there too if i keep drawing. i shut him off for a while and just hoped that the flight would come sooner so i could get outta that.
went to the airport with a busyman italian cabbie and planed to barcelona via latvia. bitch babe hostess hated me for getting a snickers but man i was hungry.
so turned out the plane people lost our bags and now im in barcelona having to stick with him for longer till we sort out the luggage. this is the first time ive felt that i needed a camera because i dont actually think i could describe how boosh this place is. i still havent slept so i might go have a nana nap now. miss ya guts guys
walked home with a new pal who looks like joe (not rouse) which took like an hour, by the time i got there it was an hour till i had to leave for my flight to barcelona (4am). dad was really drunk and ranted at me calling me the most dispicable human ever and that im trying to be white and dont give a fuck about my black family because i wrote the word ḧousing commission¨ on my blog without going into detail about why people end up in housing commission, and id probably end up there too if i keep drawing. i shut him off for a while and just hoped that the flight would come sooner so i could get outta that.
went to the airport with a busyman italian cabbie and planed to barcelona via latvia. bitch babe hostess hated me for getting a snickers but man i was hungry.
so turned out the plane people lost our bags and now im in barcelona having to stick with him for longer till we sort out the luggage. this is the first time ive felt that i needed a camera because i dont actually think i could describe how boosh this place is. i still havent slept so i might go have a nana nap now. miss ya guts guys
relieved to read you've moved on from the previous state. ENJOY! and give all my love to mim and doug etc when u see them xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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