heres a picture of the thing i painting in the previously mentioned shut up.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/42957317@N05/5110985279/
lifes ill. i mean, like, im in berlin. nudging the end of my stay, (this is just setting up some little scenario im not actually in berlin). everythings a little too i gotta leave, but everythings also a little too ill miss this bitch. so its eds last night in europe, and mine in berlin, i saw a fox and chased where i thought he was until i was certain he'd vanished. the next day indra and i go to the train station to leave to dijon, turns out theres a massive strike in france and we cant make it because no trains run except to paris.
so i progress onto the sequel of my last day in berlin, doin stuff whatever, turns out i ran out of money at some point and cant catch a train anywheres, so i borrowed some cash of indra to get a flight to barcelona for the next night and thus spawning a third installation of finishing berlin.
its starting to feel like im the man in black from lost and all of the variables in determinism amalgamate together to create jacob.
onward to killing time to finish my stay, in a really i wanna get outta here mood, despite enjoying berlin i felt quite finished. that night there was some pre-halloween dress up party for alexs work at a bar, so turned up to that in my brown suit and a 50 centimetre high glasses that have hills and castles and dragons and a creeper that i whipped up in a coupla minutes. had all these tough mid teen turkish guys break their cool act to get in photos with me, and a midget getting a stranger to take a photo of me and her. the mask is kinda ruined now.
the party was a party, i mean gleh, popped over to that studio that the dude from brooklyn works at to say goodbye and turns out they had a party with grace jones there, so i did that whole thing for a few minutes then left back to alexs to get ready to leave. alexs housemate lets me in and gives me some tips on getting to the airport, then some life lessons he has to offer, then some more life lessons i should pass onto ed, dudes just a fathead.
anyway i show up at the airport with my last club mate in my hand to find out that my plane is the next morning, balls. so take 4 berlin final. sleep at the airport for a few hours then go back to a cafe to draw and chat with vasco, met up with alex, watched annie lane with him. got really high then went to a super classy bar to whisky me out of berlin. it was-a really lovely.
killed time at the airport by working on catchin em all till i ran out of juice. caught my plane, slept for 2 hours on it. showed up in barcelona with no way out of the airport because of my lack of money. some guy bought me a ticket and i went home, chatted with a new cousin and chloe and vanessa. im tired.
Sunday, 31 October 2010
Sunday, 24 October 2010
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.
Thursday, 14 October 2010
curlin
we've been playing a lot of board games, namely risk and pandemic, namely hanna not winning (except in pandemic but that was poorly balanced like super cylons or something). stayed up the other night playing risk missions in german with hanna and chester, not gonna say i didnt win. it got quite late so i decided to crash on a spare bed in their dorm room (which is like an 8 person dorm with just them).
woke up at 10am to banging on my bed and an angry german accent telling me to get up. the furious leather braceletted receptionist was standing there with his posse of staff trying to get me to pay. i woke up and pulled on some clothes after a few minutes of roaring in his face from my top bunk and recieving screams of 'NOBODY SLEEPS FOR FREE IN GERMANY', and went down with them to pay. forgot to get my wallet so they permitted me to collect it but as i walked over to it one of their team grabs me and starts pulling and pushing me and shouting at me with ferocious dog intensity. they all try restrain him and take me downstairs and i pay for my first hostel night ever.
went down and got coffee with ed and sara, ed found a nice jacket that didnt fit him and i kinda bought it to spite him, but i really like it too so its not that bad right? so he was pissed off at me. hung out with v and her housemates for a bit drawing while they watched some reality tv show about guidos. helped a poor dude sell magazines in german for a bit. something else happend, oh we played a 7 and a half hour game of risk at a cafe with me ramming my fist up through my urethra by screwing up initial placements. ed and chester took out hanna and won. walked like 50 minutes back to find sleep through freezing weather and saw an armed robbery at a gas station but obviously tried to get out of there as opposed to hanging around and sussing it out.
most of a day passed, then i saw a silent movie with alex, ed, and hanna. was pretty dope, had one of those old ladies playing pianz. a night passed, went to chester and hannas hostel this morning to pick up my bag which i left there, walked passed a few of the guys that stormed in and packed up. they rocked up to the room like 10 minutes later and said to grab my stuff and wanted to chat. some other intimidating worker walked me out and said 'if i ever see you again i will make you finished, i will finish you' while i just screamed and made turkey garbles to muffle his trash talk.
met up with my aunt and mother (who just got here) and aunt and hung out and had cortados with condensed milk, now im here. bye.
woke up at 10am to banging on my bed and an angry german accent telling me to get up. the furious leather braceletted receptionist was standing there with his posse of staff trying to get me to pay. i woke up and pulled on some clothes after a few minutes of roaring in his face from my top bunk and recieving screams of 'NOBODY SLEEPS FOR FREE IN GERMANY', and went down with them to pay. forgot to get my wallet so they permitted me to collect it but as i walked over to it one of their team grabs me and starts pulling and pushing me and shouting at me with ferocious dog intensity. they all try restrain him and take me downstairs and i pay for my first hostel night ever.
went down and got coffee with ed and sara, ed found a nice jacket that didnt fit him and i kinda bought it to spite him, but i really like it too so its not that bad right? so he was pissed off at me. hung out with v and her housemates for a bit drawing while they watched some reality tv show about guidos. helped a poor dude sell magazines in german for a bit. something else happend, oh we played a 7 and a half hour game of risk at a cafe with me ramming my fist up through my urethra by screwing up initial placements. ed and chester took out hanna and won. walked like 50 minutes back to find sleep through freezing weather and saw an armed robbery at a gas station but obviously tried to get out of there as opposed to hanging around and sussing it out.
most of a day passed, then i saw a silent movie with alex, ed, and hanna. was pretty dope, had one of those old ladies playing pianz. a night passed, went to chester and hannas hostel this morning to pick up my bag which i left there, walked passed a few of the guys that stormed in and packed up. they rocked up to the room like 10 minutes later and said to grab my stuff and wanted to chat. some other intimidating worker walked me out and said 'if i ever see you again i will make you finished, i will finish you' while i just screamed and made turkey garbles to muffle his trash talk.
met up with my aunt and mother (who just got here) and aunt and hung out and had cortados with condensed milk, now im here. bye.
Friday, 8 October 2010
hurlin
so i got to berlin yeah. kinda felt different but ok. met up with elliot and showed him around and stuff. pulled an all nighter just wandering around kreuzberg drawing on walls because i didnt really have anywhere to sleep. i found all these wooden boards and drew free pictures on them and put them around town, they were gone the next day so i guess someone liked them.
messaged v and she said i could stay at her new place which seemed swell. these two guys from brisbane opened the door turned out i met them on the train from paris to berlin and they were old friends of whyte lightning. jordan and rory, grant stayed with them when he went to brisbane. so ive been staying there hanging out with elliot and the kids during the day then ending up there smoking, listening to metal and eating pancakes. went to a big show of 200 hundred artists which was super overwhelming but this girl offered me a spot in her studio which i should take up, really need some space to make some paste ups.
we went to some bar where you get free entry if you look nerdy, i pulled up my pants and claimed gratis entrance, it was kinda just full of horny people. i dont really know what to do in places like that so when all yr ideas fail, take a big dump. so i did that and got invited into the karaoke urinal room, forced to sing vanessa carlton with a bunch of guys doing a really camp rendition so i screamed it in death noises and left. went back to vs with ed and watched youtube videos.
Sunday, 3 October 2010
pary
uh ok, so spent lots of time in barcelona with the kids. drama ensued, rough stuff. belle and sebastian played a free show outside the old beer factory which was alright yeah and i dropped my phone 5 floors onto concrete and rescued it, but some crabby old women stole my lighter.
i decided to go to paris for some reason i cant remember. paris is fucked. i trained there, which really made me miss hitchhiking for how bleak and lonely it was, messed up there. once i got to gare de lyon ... the station, i realised i hadnt booked any accomodation. im beginning to feel more and more like ignatius from a confederacy of dunces. caught a train somewhere attractive which turned out to be a tourist clusterfuck and some drunk australians offered to let me sleep on their hostel floor, so i kinda had to put up with a girl my age saying "orlando bloom goes to perth just for the girls, i swear they're all babes". the hostel was like school camp on the same steriods that made macdonalds big although i got heaps of free breakfast out of it.
got a couchsurfer who seemed nice, she was from lebanon and studies film, although it took her hours to ask me a single question. she doesnt seem phased by much.
walked down a street in the innerish city (i dont know how to describe it, paris is so big its stupid, everywhere seems like the innerish city) and got accosted by 4 seperate black guys asking if i want my dreads tidied up, i showed them how content i was by spreading my arms, one of them thought i was initiating a hug so he hugged back. 5 minutes later at the station there was this african guy who waited at the entrance just embracing every african he sees with ridiculous handshakes, that was nice for me. metro tickets are 1 euro 70 which is too much to pay for every time you wanna use it so ive taken to going in the exits and jumping the barriers. its kinda landed me two injuries so far, one time it slammed shut on my head and i was dizzy for the rest of the day and collapsed in the underpass with a bunch of people helping me up. oh and i got a 50 euro fine which they made me pay on the spot with their little porta-card machine.
went to "white night" which is meant to be a night where all gallerys open late and a sort of city wide art festival, most of it was kinda balls but thierry iforgettherestofyrname lit up the whole inside of notre dayum pretty sweet. kinda made me get all introspective on my views on what seems to be purely self indulgent art which im still pretty undecided on bla bla bla aldfbjasdfls.
ok so yeah, on the way back to the couchsurfers some dude started chatting to me, seemed nice, really persistent on giving me his number so i took it then we parted ways. he ran up after me to say something else and then grabbed me and threatened me with a scooter helmet screaming for money, it was pretty funny, i mean a guy about my age and smaller and seeming really unsure of himself. heaps of people walked by and i was just trying to chat to him. turns out our previous conversation was the limit of his english, and i was feeling strangely confident maybe due to the head injury so i tripped him up and sort of walked away quickly. poor dude, the guy who pickpocketed me in berlin was so much cooler, i mean he danced with me and gained proper repore, then stole from me swiftly and skillfully. this dude had no clue what he was doing and didnt even seem sure he wanted to be mugging me.
anyway i got 2 hours sleep that night and got up at 6:30am to catch a train out to berlin, turns out there all booked till 8:30 tonight. so ive been trying to waste time without going to lourve (just dont really want to hey?) since then. slept in the really spacious (almost like handicapped toilet spacious) for an hour and bit till the attendants started screaming monsieur. ive only got 5 hours to waste now. oh and ive been sick since i got here. despite all the set backs im nice ive been always playin, always playin.
i decided to go to paris for some reason i cant remember. paris is fucked. i trained there, which really made me miss hitchhiking for how bleak and lonely it was, messed up there. once i got to gare de lyon ... the station, i realised i hadnt booked any accomodation. im beginning to feel more and more like ignatius from a confederacy of dunces. caught a train somewhere attractive which turned out to be a tourist clusterfuck and some drunk australians offered to let me sleep on their hostel floor, so i kinda had to put up with a girl my age saying "orlando bloom goes to perth just for the girls, i swear they're all babes". the hostel was like school camp on the same steriods that made macdonalds big although i got heaps of free breakfast out of it.
got a couchsurfer who seemed nice, she was from lebanon and studies film, although it took her hours to ask me a single question. she doesnt seem phased by much.
walked down a street in the innerish city (i dont know how to describe it, paris is so big its stupid, everywhere seems like the innerish city) and got accosted by 4 seperate black guys asking if i want my dreads tidied up, i showed them how content i was by spreading my arms, one of them thought i was initiating a hug so he hugged back. 5 minutes later at the station there was this african guy who waited at the entrance just embracing every african he sees with ridiculous handshakes, that was nice for me. metro tickets are 1 euro 70 which is too much to pay for every time you wanna use it so ive taken to going in the exits and jumping the barriers. its kinda landed me two injuries so far, one time it slammed shut on my head and i was dizzy for the rest of the day and collapsed in the underpass with a bunch of people helping me up. oh and i got a 50 euro fine which they made me pay on the spot with their little porta-card machine.
went to "white night" which is meant to be a night where all gallerys open late and a sort of city wide art festival, most of it was kinda balls but thierry iforgettherestofyrname lit up the whole inside of notre dayum pretty sweet. kinda made me get all introspective on my views on what seems to be purely self indulgent art which im still pretty undecided on bla bla bla aldfbjasdfls.
ok so yeah, on the way back to the couchsurfers some dude started chatting to me, seemed nice, really persistent on giving me his number so i took it then we parted ways. he ran up after me to say something else and then grabbed me and threatened me with a scooter helmet screaming for money, it was pretty funny, i mean a guy about my age and smaller and seeming really unsure of himself. heaps of people walked by and i was just trying to chat to him. turns out our previous conversation was the limit of his english, and i was feeling strangely confident maybe due to the head injury so i tripped him up and sort of walked away quickly. poor dude, the guy who pickpocketed me in berlin was so much cooler, i mean he danced with me and gained proper repore, then stole from me swiftly and skillfully. this dude had no clue what he was doing and didnt even seem sure he wanted to be mugging me.
anyway i got 2 hours sleep that night and got up at 6:30am to catch a train out to berlin, turns out there all booked till 8:30 tonight. so ive been trying to waste time without going to lourve (just dont really want to hey?) since then. slept in the really spacious (almost like handicapped toilet spacious) for an hour and bit till the attendants started screaming monsieur. ive only got 5 hours to waste now. oh and ive been sick since i got here. despite all the set backs im nice ive been always playin, always playin.
Wednesday, 22 September 2010
Sunday, 19 September 2010
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
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
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