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

hitchhiking 66%

hey so ok, well. i dont know how to start these, i guess ill describe whats going on in my head right now until i find i nice cosy tangent to take me back to when i last filled you in on whats going on. as i write this i look at haribo golden packet gummy bears, i really would like some. maybe ill buy some.
didnt work. ok ill just force it.

so im in berlin, how did i get here, letting the days go by

we were pretty excited for hitchhiking yeah cool, we wrote a list of stuff to get, like a boombox that we could paint. we got that. now im in berlin.

supposedly hitchhiking in spain is the worst ever in all of the continent, like really, so we thought we'd have trouble so we talked about all the potential amazing lift givers we'd get while walking back to where we went to sleep. on the way back we saw some italian hippie kinda dudes hanging outside a sweet scooby doo van and they were all named domenico. they asked if we wanted to go to france with them the next morning, and like the fresh crevisses waiting to be sodomised that we were, we jumped on the decision.

ran to meet them at segrada familia the next morning, smoked a joint and left barcelona. they were really slow, but pretty entertaining, they had a dog. ok. so we got about 150 km in the whole day, and thought we were in for a years to berlin, stopped at the beach along the way, and ate this awesome bean salad. they're really italian and serious about food. when we got to france they tried really hard to buy hash, the dealer got angry because his prices were bullshit and ed translated "this is fucking france not barcelona" for me. the ringleader loves meat pies. we stayed in their bright orange tent that was meant to be hidden near their vans, but it was bright orange, so we ripped some huge branches off a dead tree and camoflagued it up.


next morning we bought fruit for everyone and left to a petrol station to start thumbing people down. the second person we asked took us about 50 km, he was a really odd 20 year old french guy studying to be a fighter pilot, he didnt really have much to say, he dropped us off at a toll booth or payage or whatever. after a llittle bit and after seeing a another hithchiker defeat himself we got a lift from this van. a dude and girl who only spoke french, (turned out later she spoke sweet english). they were pretty nice, kinda raggedy but in the nice way. we sat in the huge back where my chair kept on breaking with their dog. he gave usbeers and asked if i wanted any ketamine that he had left in his frypan. i graciously declined while he went buck wild, not really. they took us to a beach and some fucked tourist beach suburb along the way where people walk around dressed up taking photos of people for money and the kebabs are called "terribles". got the hell out of there and she dropped us off at another toll booth.

shortly after getting out ed realised he lost his ipod, so that ball'd. we went to kfc and ate away our worries with french radio. decided to go for another try when we shouldn't of hitchhiked too late, i gotta make this smaller, blog post is too long. got a lift from a weird french dude who spoke perfect english and drove 170km/h and darted in between cars. he was a manager from some company and was really clingy to us.

next dude was a black guy that didnt even want to take us and spoke no english. he had an audi and felt obliged to give us a lift. i think he was a drug dealer because he made us wait while he sent like 30 texts back and forth with only numbers in them, and listened to the same french rap song over and over. cleverlyly ed and i slept at the same time in his car till he stopped at a service station and yelled at us to get out in french, then sped away. he didnt really take us where he said he would, but we went quite far with him so we didnt mind too much.

ate some food, and got a lift from another super friendly french african guy who spoke great english and was visiting family in germany. he took us ages, and drank lots of coke to stay awake. he said he'd love to hitchhike but he was scared everyone would be too scared of him to stop and let him in because hes african and muscly, that really sucks. i think its like when i found out i couldnt be an astronaut because ive had acid. we woke up in germany and got some lifts after that which were pretty small, just 50km to the next service station on the autobahn from middle aged ladies, one with kids and the other one with a spiritual teacher.

next dude that picked us was great, he was a youngy from berlin and could take us 150km outside of berlin, he had a cute van and knew heaps about berlins history, we went to the little town which turned out to be like a forgotten city that most people had left, so there were more abondoned apartment buildings than occupied ones. we slept in his tent next to a store called "2004" that wasnt open, and just looked like an old persons apartment without couches or anywhere to sit. the only description it had was the name "2004". the next morning his friend came who went to an art school around there, so she took us up to the studios and we had breakfast. the stuff being made was dope.

next lift was from a gas station there to berlin, from a dude who was in the german army for 7 years drove a tiiiiny new car, and is now a prison guard. we tried talking about everything. then we were in berlin and then 2 days passed and then its now. berlin is a place where anarchists riot over gentrification.
i think hitchhiking is quite similar to canvassing.

sorry

in this post i try to encapsulate the last 3 weeks. shit.
ok well at some point i went to the gracia fiesta, we´re forgetting continuity here because its just not going to be possible. each suburb or inner city suburb has their own week of festivities, so gracia is a lavish place. so the fiestas kinda ridiculous. every street dresses itself up to compete against one another, so they had a dragonball z themed street, a marvel-dc one, lego, and much much more! so anyway, this was after me and ed met up with indra. we met some dude, found out he spoke english and was from new zealand, slept on his balcony which was actually bigger than his whole apartment and woke up the next day ready to break more continuity.

another night indra almost fell off a big fuckoff fountain because a pigeon shat the world out when it flew into her almost fleeing the monument. that night ed and i slept on top of a toilet block in a park. i beat all 16 gyms in pokemon too.

theres been a couple of roller discos. i was staying in my aunt´s studio-office place where the mural is. i´ve been painting this fucking mural for so long, i finished it yesterday, now im allowed to leave barcelona.

ed brought me a new moleskine, ive been drawing, but the paintings eased down to componsate for the mural, plus on the same day i finished the mural i finished a book i was reading. uhh, extremely loud and incredibly close, it was nice but i hate finishing books, especially when im away from home, it gives me more to miss.

im working on a 100 page book of pictures and writing n stuff, thats about 80 pages in, i think ill print it in berlin and send you a copy.

tomorrow we´re hitchhiking to berlin.

i really skipped a lot in the past few weeks, and i barely remember it too, that sucks for both of us. shut up.

ed and i sat on la ramblas the other night, which is the worst and most popular street in spain.
but its completely different at night, all the performers flee except one dude and the sexy beer men get out. its so fucked. we sat there and watched it. people treated us as if we were meant to be there, the pakistani street beer and drug pushers respecting us because we were there first, and the tourists ignoring us. we made friends with these two dudes who were selling hash, and another beer guy. they keep their beer underground in little holes that open up, and the hash selling guy didnt try to sell me anything but shared his joint with me. they all pulled up their shirts and rubbed their exposed bellies when they spoke to people. one guy was shaking a water bottle sideways for an hour. the reason we sat down was to watch a homeless looking dude do his mime act. he wasnt very good, but it seemed like he did it because he had to, and everyone appriciated that. he ran when the cops came and kept coming back even though he had no need to.

talk to ya in berlin

sorry for the shitty short boring posts, and sorry for my parents being the only people to comment.
ive just been distracted by everything thats been going on.
yesterday i did some more on the mural, saw lots of old spanish dudes who gave up on most of the stuff, an tiny old women who rules more than any matador. an tiny.

ed was gonna sleep on the beach so i decided to go with him, we took a train out to a place this potential psychopath he was couchsurfing with recommended, turned out to be the gay capital of spain. shiny people everywhere and stupid dogs that made me mad. bought some sangria and shitty balls of dough, and sat with the flamenco guitarist i saw a while back at the pipe club.

went walking to find a nice beach, they were mainly touristy and infested, got hit by trains n stuff.
found a couch someone threw out and sat on it for ages talking. this german lady who sounded like she was the movie fargo with all her "jas" came and recomended a tiny beach nearby. so we carefully pushed our couch down a cliff face with my mobile in my mouth as a torch. set up on the beach, made a little fire and christened ed's pipe. best fire. broke the back off the couch and slept.

woke up the next day to macho tattoo'd dudes and naked breasts invading our little cove, went for a swim and walked back to the mainland. spoke to some canvassers, seemed pretty sweet and trained on back here after getting heaps of ice cubes and ice cream samples, from angry not honor or sasha or peter looking ice cream servers.

bye

ed got here, did some stuff. walked down la ramblas singing war till i saw him. we brothered for a bit, then tried to go to this outdoor cinema chaplin film with an orchestra or something but he got jetlag all of a sudden and i got tired.

next day did stuff, and the day after that did some more stuff.

such as! met some travelling french music circus, who the day before found a 2 week old golden lab puppy abandoned. i helped them take care of it and got my face licked n stuff.
went to the spanish jam bar place again, where a bunch of old guys were playing blues and jazz and i rapped and sung to it.
walked into some party on the bottom floor of the apartments and taught them that all australian insults are created on the spot and scared off this self proclaimed "seaman" (he kept telling us and emphasising the word seaman) with time travel.
roller disco! eds a star skater, and others