floo power

in barcelona with the kids, pretty great.

sette

hey ok, im sitting in a room with chester sara honor and ed. how did i get here? shut up.
so we left berlin. waved off by a dude mocking our laughter singing ¨money money money you´re a primitive girl´and chanting ´no style, no brains, fuck your sister´at us. great guy. at the train station an ólder me´as ed says was singing no woman no cry with his massive yamaha keyboard replacing the chorus with ¨no husband no pain¨.

got some rides from

- monotonous business man number 1 did stuff in cuba
- monotonous business man number 2 forgot his life but we went 280 kms an hour, no joke
- berlin writer berlin fan number 2
- young dude moving circus school with a house he built on the back of his old merc truck
- fully sick french dude
- silent swiss busyman
- super happy moroccan family man

we met two hitchhikers along the way

- forgot his name, turkish-canadian, studies economics, gets life lectures from older turkish men at gas stations questioning why hes living like that.... after they buy us coffees and wish us good luck

- mark, english squatter lives in barcelona, rad guy, likes computers and punk. really good car conversationalist. hes letting us stay in his squat for the next week or so, great place two floors in the middle of the city with a rooftop.

learnt stuff

- french jocks at mcdonalds in service stations like trading cards and mocking people for not being french
- sleeping at service stations is worth it only for the feeling of waking up and seeing families half gawking half protecting their children from your unconcious body at 10 am
- sadly, blastoise isnt actually as good as feraligatr
- real people are really fucked
- pick up hitchhikers when i get a car

since getting to barcelona we met up with the kids (elliot, sara, honor, james harkness, and chester) and went roller discoing and the bar across the road from jems.

yo

hola

spent a few times watching avatar finishing it off with ed. became fire lord. stayed at a different couch surfers, two girls seemed nice but they were ridiculously normal. pretty sure one of them was constantly weirded out by me and also ed by association. they took us to a place called bar 25 which is some stupid hipster club that used to be a squat and has swings over the water where people congregate to appear interesting together. most people i spoke to seemed kinda crap but i wont write off everyone because i dont know them.

spent the rest of the night drawing on wood in a hidden corner and burning it in the big fire, it was nice. now we are renting a room thats pretty good so im probably gonna go paint there. small fry blog bye

airbendin

yesterday i spent all day painting outside an internet cafe. spoke to some people who wanted to watch, some dude fed me club mate cola (best cola ever) if he could sit there and watch me paint. later on we went to some bar where we attracted creeps and douches. some foax anarcho dude kept ripping pages out of my scrap book for inspiration and asked me to do live painting to his band at a squat show. i think im just gonna paint him while he plays and piss on him, he sucks. he said he didnt know who he wanted to fuck more indra or i, i told him his game will have no winners and to go home forever. 

today we went to an abandoned amusement park. my friend ve told us theres usually guards with dogs who bite her friends there, we were sweet. just walking around this desolate place full of graffiti and spiders feels nice, we were all pretty quiet but enjoying ourselves. huge plastic t rexes broken down, and forgotten cars with moustaches and glasses. an old roller coaster going into a mouth of mountain and a swamp logged ferris wheel. there was a noose hanging nearby, poor shit. i had to shit so we left and went to a show opening of my friends. was pretty good mymos stuff was kinda nice, after we went and did some drinking ritual and made a fire in the park. on the way back someone stole my wallet while dancing with me. pickpockets are cool. right now im spending my last coins on this blog post, my pals arent picking up their phone and everyone around is doing their usual lets have fun thing. its a good feeling, its the nice kind of nothing.

chüß

sometimes i think im getting a little frosted myself

i spent all day painting pictures on walls with nutella and al foil, and turning bins into people. julia missed her bus back to poland, its funny, i dont realise how nice it is to be somewhat independant, or at least trusted to be alive if nobody knows where i am. but you probably do because i keep posting shitty blogs that get more and more to the point in the worst way. ive kinda given up on uni application even though ive paid for my interview, although gustav sent me the photos of the mural i did. on the last train back from the bus station we interrupted a german rap video shoot. it was just us and a bunch of guys really silently looking aggressive and cool with their mouths moving kicking the air up and down the carriage, pretty hilarious. i gave them the names of doseone and el-p. 

went to a cafe that supposedly had nice coffee, which is kinda hard to find here. i dont mind that much but ed does, so i guess it made him happy. left the cafe and pretty waitress to go to the studio that ebon is letting me use, he wasnt there so i poorly made conversation with the people working there about finding a paint place or something. kinda wandered around aimlessly for a while after that, semi defeated but sort of expecting it. i ended up finishing a 100 page book im making, and finding out that itll be around 100 euros to print 25 copies, balls. the lady at the store said i couldnt use her scanner at her house. did more stuff, nothing really worth. met up with ed and indra, ed finished building his bike but refused to let me ride it, so i stubbornly got on it and wrestled him until he bled, indra got pissed at us and left. i was in the mood of wanting to be a real life cylon. it wasnt really about the bike but just getting out some aggression toward him that i didnt want to be there so i could enjoy his company again. we wandered around in the night looking for internet cafes with counterstrike to pass the night because we had nowhere to sleep. we found one with regular old internet and an army wear dude sleeping in his chair, he watched avatar as i beat zelda phantom hourglass and found pornos in the store room and drew in the toilet. 

i slept on the floor of the computer cafe and woke up to a young turkish guy saying ed had gone to america and i needed to leave. its pretty cold outside. i kinda wanted to endure it just to feel stuff because bordom and determinism had kind of beaten all my intense emotions, so it was nice to feel something basic like fucking freezing. sat and read the nonexistant knight for a while but the air even made the battle scenes frosty so i came here. met ebon and he told me to swing by the studio after lunch. 

work work

went to hitlers stables the other day, was pretty dark and gloomy and old man hiding under black curtain in the shadows of the attic. i collided with a reversing car while rapping all my favourite songs in a characature aussie accent. went to a zine fair which was dope, and agreed to trade drawings for zines (which im going to make now). met up with the pals. yesterday i really needed to get away for a bit, i think i need some space, its pretty hard being around people in general for months, so i wanna go somewhere before the kids get here so i can enjoy them to their fullest. i met a dude who makes stuff from brooklyn, he invited me somewhere for later.

then we went and ate stuff like spicy stuff. went to a exhibition opening that this guy im staying with but dont know had something to do with in this huge building with all these rooms. i met too many new zealanders there. there was a room with clothes stand hangers on it kind of bare and harsh light so i turned them over, leaned them against eachother and taped them up to look like a guy in a suit and wrote official art on the ground a little bit in front of his feet.

people started coming in and deconstructing it n stuff like not physically. photographer took like 100 photos of me, flash is still burnt into my eyes. i found an illustration book on the way out and went with friends to somewhere on the train, but i ditched them to go adventure because i needed to be in my head.

i went and sat down outside this big building in scaffolding and wrote rhymes, guy came by and said dont leave if yr happy, all the power to ya. then walked out and saw that a dude i worked with at the vcaa in melbourne was playing a show in some club. tried to go round the back and find him, but the brooklyn dude found me instead. he took me into their party, which was in a massive studio with suits of armor on the walls and loud music. when the lady asked me for entrance fee, he said im a very close friend of his (its his studio) and me beers, he told me about the place and how many people work there, he said hed like to get me in there to paint and do like an internship sorta thing so im gonna paint there next week.

up till now

ok, so since hitchhiking weve been in berlin. stuff happened.
slept places.
couple of couchsurfers and a room indra is renting.
one host was a russio german girl, she did performances and went out till 4pm most nights, shes hyper nice. she likes ja!. other one is a guy from california whos really tall and superb dude, big stutter and kinda awkward sometimes but super great.
talked to a guy from portland for hours about basketball, i felt really cosy after that. he suggested painting the wall on the place he worked. the next day i went in and asked after the owner, who turned out to be the bar lady we were joking with. she was like yeah have a show in here and paint stuff, but it better be good because banksys friend is painting the other one. and in my head i was like fuck you, marc pearson could be banksys friend who is he (banksy), i dont know, shut up. so im gonna paint that stuff. but i need somewhere to paint pictures that arent attatched to the wall.

so since then ive been asking people if they know any painters that have a space here, and it seems like berlin is a city full of people that look like they could make stuff but arent actually.

so yesterday we went to paint this girl who lives with the couch host im staying withs studio white. turns out its in hitlers old stables. so we walked in after getting croissants straight outta the oven at 4am, everything was dark or flickering. i had a head lamp i found in my bag. great place. anyway they werent there so we explored a bit in the attic then went back to the couch hosts place. we chilled with his housemates and it turns out theyre from brisbane and they paint and know a bunch of people i know. now im gonna go meet julia