shit frog

spent most of the week nights at a 80s teen themed movie week at my friends studio, i dont really recall much of the week, nothing too remarkable really... i think we spent a day smoking joints watching seven samurai eating nachos and another night we saw ariel pink's haunted graffiti. im sure there were little amazing parts that we'll both never know. so yesterday i went painting with this girl who works at a cafe i go to to draw (because i have nowhere else in this chill right?) and an italian girl who just finished some 20 by 80 meter wall in poland that im kinda jealous that she got to do even though i dont know her.. i wanna paint a big wall. we went to this big ole abandoned beer factory with a bunch of dudes already in there, climbed around and walked past the big ole cardboard moose thing. they worked together on something while i painted over some dudes bird, this photographer guy climbed out from the shattered glass windows to tell me 'watch out man ive seen this guy in new york' i told him to go away nicely.

after that we killed some time somehow, indra got banned from our regular internet cafe for stealing chocolate. went to a party at my friends studio, you made yr own glasses there. i made some ill show you when i get back blabla. im really quite delirious right now. i got about an hour sleep on the ring bahn (train that just goes in a loop all night) and another hour in a cafe i just left.

we sorta overstayed our welcome at the couch we were on so WE GOT HOMELESS.

indra met some girl who was taking her home until she stacked her bike and cut her face open and went to hospital, so indra met up with me and ed she was pretty drunk and in a poo mood. that douchebag who told me and indra he wanted to fuck us and stole drawings off me walked by and joined us, we were pretty cold to him while he lied through his teeth and mach 9 blinking eyes about some success bullshit. he left pretty soon after. went to the train and fell asleep. ed got his bag stolen, had most of his stuff in it. yeah. went to the market, ed made himself feel better by getting some stuff as i rugged up. i ran into sam gill, sorry for being so underwhelmed kinda..... something else happened then i slept bad on my wrist and cant really use that hand. the end.

i kinda wanna be at home right now, in ultra rut for making stuff, im super tired its like 8pm and i dont wanna voluntarily pay for my first hostel night after like, 4 months of abstaining. and ironically i have the otouto song 'spot' stuck in my head.