pee our

the highlight of my monday was finding a double triscuit new thing im into really far away graffiti photos “what does it mean” last night finally got to talk to a real person! pee our jay there is a thing called punk metal karaokethese are people singing “ace of spades” really disjointedly see now this photo sucks i should be WAY farther away and what the fuck is wrong with the return key? can i get some SPACE IN THIS THING DAMMIT we were going to see agathe at the guggenheim but terence confused us or we confused ourselves so we just stayed up late insteadtoday i am packing up the finished pies for LAwas it all worth it????? all this isolation and distance?we will see jan 24

olé olé oleaginous

i figured out how to make diacritical marks
and i could hunt down the meaning i wanted for oleaginous, not oil like but rather fawning, smarmy, or best, UNCTUOUS

unc unc unc i like that prefix
can you tell that patrick is away?

i have no one to talk to but shop clerks still
today i talked to the lady i bought some soup from but then a million firetrucks pulled up next door and she left to look out the window

i think someone was jumping off the roof nextdoor?
maybe my imagination has just gotten too vivid

dont put the outhouse too close to the drinking well, right? im used to dumping all my brain trash on patrick and getting it out of the house

when are the photos when

that was a crazy introduction for this, this beautiful thing that all the graffiti peteys must have been anxiously waiting for

i should have given it a better intro than isolation anxiety

i think graffiti “characters” are hilarious. i mean they are terrible but in a cool way a kool way i mean

i am in his heart and on his wall

this is the hypothetical suicide

dont ask

interesting things pop up on facebook it is so nosy and snoopy it makes me uncomfortable. i dont want to know all the details it gives me

but i like the random photos poppin up

stuff stuff stuff
maybe there will be more photos and less blather tomorrow

you like yourself and you like men

going crosseyed from painting 14hours a day and talking to no one
let’s take a patrick and the pup break!

shhhh! be very quiet!


















my heart rejoices


back to reality, i made this today


i fixed up this one so it looks better


and i’m halfway through a huge black one of which this tiny detail is done


i seriously havent talked to anyone for so long, except waitresses or bodegamen. where is aurel??? i have bus stop earrings for you

pink fix

let’s wrap up the bundle on this number ASAPee
we have a new number to experience::


houston was wonderful i love seeing pat is his natural habitat
a strange beast indeed!


pat was cute as a blonde


his yard and his cat named “Whoah”


also a strange beast


i went to CTRL gallery which was the only art i have seen for longtemps, bee tee dubs, but it didnt really count because i just went there to go to lunch with the owner brian


and some of his friends


to discuss this February’s funnest titled show i have concocted for his space called GET A ROPE over some super spicy jerk chicken at a place called Reggae Hut


i made the mistake of reading “the economist” on the plane and so i was full of useless anecdotal information including an entire article on hot sauce and the chicken reminded me to tell the group that in some countries people snort coke mixed with chili powder called of couse “pink fix”

i took a photo of this wall across the street thinking it would be a nice place for graffiti and i would show patrick it, but then i showed him and he made so much fun of me for Mom-ing him that i was embarrassed


graffiti peteys dont like moming


“they do what they want”
but they dont eat cheese on their burritos


i sat and read a Henry James short story book i had just bought but i found i had read many of them before but enjoyed re-reading Daisy Miller all the same


kinda blue


hmmm hmmm patrick wonders what cheeta spots are shaped like


“the cheesiest”


we had dinner with his parents after the spray day and for once with his plate of tofurkey…


…pat’s food looked exactly like the carnifood
horay!


sean does new years like this
yerba mate and champage party!
while Pat and I decided to leave houston for unknown lands


to boldly go into the unknown


depressed lands


optimistic lands


trangressive lands….
just kidding we just took the bus to austin


my new thrift store plaid matched the greyhound bus


the


sun


began to set on 2008…..


from Greyhound bus to party bus!


what?
i know. pat is friends with various teen – 21yrold delinquents from around who were all in austin and who showed us a real good time new year’s night


these kids really did whatever they wanted, in a way patrick can only reminisce about, and ocasionally recapture


the only CD they brought was “Jock Jams”


sweet


i was totally into it


tagging break


licking break


we went to some huge house party with bands and things


this was a normal photo until this girl accidentally lamed it


this is right before Fight 1 i think
pat’s friends were shooting fireworks at the corny way-too-serious band and grabbing the mic and making a mess


the band stormed off after backing down from imminent punching


we ran off to the party bus but then came back because everyone’s attention span was so short they forgot they kicked us out or were mad at us at all


this is right before Fight Two where another of pat’s peers were throwing fireworks at the crowd and this girl freaked out and ran up and punched this other girl who was in our group thinking it was her, then her boyfriend came and suckerpunched the actual dude and then 40 guys were punching eachother


safely at another house with only one dude from our group with a tooth punched sideways, pat shows innocent stumblers onto this blog how to shotgun beers


looks promising


but alas, teen triumph!
out with the old farts

in with new farting


pat’s friends have some strange tattoos


which is weirder, Dale or Milhouse?


Party 3 this girl/guy was getting it good in the garage/hippy toy shed


there was barf on the moonbounce


and boobs on the dancefloor


so why did the party suck?


the decor provided enless photo phun


i dunno
the phermones on the floor were pretty ick
we saw a downtrodden and injured hippe limp to his tee pee in the back yard, and decided to call it a night


sleeping on his friend kenny’s couch, we woke up to 2009 and muts gone nuts


kenny’s dod was one bad dog. a wild untamable delinquent teen dog


thank goodness no one had rented her a party bus


bus back home, savouring the flavour


then the best BBQ dinner, worth pat not kissing me for a few hours


the best breakfast on way to the airport ever
called a kolochy? wait google alert
KOLACHE, a texas / chezch bastard


did i use the word “art” yet in this post? i am totally slipping

how about this: “why do people make art when there are posters like this”