i think i'll go and put a ton of envelopes of polaroids into the mail tonight. and tomorrow go to the post office to send the last ones to: canada, belgium, portugal, italy.

look for a book soon. maybe some magazines will run something on the project too. when things are learned they'll be posted here. if the monks are friendly to jamie he'll climb the tree tops in china to find the best tea leaves for them.

i documented everything, even the documenting of it, even the documenting of the documentation (a love of the image, an indifference to technology, and you can't see my face):

 

do you ever look around your house in search of a dead body? i did that today. i didn't find one. i felt weird and i tried to imagine what i would do if i found one. earlier i went and bought a futon. i wondered what would have happened if as drove away from the store i got into a fatal car accident and died in front of the person who i just bought the futon from. what would they do? would they cancel my order because they knew i was dead? or would they keep the money?

today i had to transfer all my cell phone photos to my computer because i got a new phone (i've spent months of having a phone where i couldn't understand what people were saying and i would just say "uh huh"). i found a picture of jamie and a girl's butt on there. though i like to cause trouble, i don't like to cause trouble with my friends, and that is why i'm not posting it here. sorry.

somewhere near the end of the tour caralee put on a new cd that jamie bought. some band called "the knife" - i think they are from sweden (oh scandanavia i want your winter sky on the inside of my eye-lids!). i liked it, i liked it even more when i heard the best line ever: "you make me like charity instead of paying enough taxes." you make me like anarchism instead of just voting democrat.

on the xiu xiu tours whenever we go into a motel-room where there is a refrigerator i have to open it to make sure there isn't a human head in it. sometimes i put my shoes inside so that they are cool in the morning.

more polaroids being sent tonight. i'm going to the PV post office b/c they have a 24 hour digital weigher. meet me there, i'll leave my house around 10:30pm. or meet me thursday at sunset at malaga cove for my last night on the peninsula. i am moving into a 100 year old house with a lemon tree in the backyard. i will live with an artist, an art-theorist, and an astro-phyisicist (I like to consider myself a combination of the previous three). the first time i met the art-theorist it was at my art-friend's art-play. she said she was in a binge of listening to the song fabulous muscles on repeat. when i sleep will i hear fabulous muscles coming through the wall? will i think of michigan and play the shakuhachi?

i have to turn my computer screen the other way so no one can see me scanning in pictures of jamie standing in a toilet peeing on himself. who's going to get those photos???!!! oh, and i guess this would be fun: please scan in your polaroids and put them up on things like flickr. proliferate the digital world! it would be cool if someone made a xiu xiu polaroid fan site and put up all the polaroids there from everyone around the world! someone do it! it's all about democratisation here, they are your photos, you the people should make the website!

freddy ruppert just told me he pushed the kid with the keyboard belt to the ground. i told him he can't play as this song is a mess but so am i in the art show because he would break all the art, but he can play something quiet.


YOU NEED SHARP EYES KIDS TO READ THE SMALL FONT. (i figure that since i always type sooooo much, i should just make the text smaller so it looks right - remember that dead kennedys song, if only people could shrink....)

updated note: YOU KIDS GET THIS FREE THIS TIME!!!! NEXT TIME IT'S GOING TO COST SOME MONEY! YOU'D THINK IT'S SO EASY TO TAKE PICTURES AND MAIL IT BACK! THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT, WHY AM I BEING DRIVEN INSANE???????????????????? (probably because i'm trying to: 1) document it 2) make about 500 high res scans 3) order everything so everyone gets equal xiu xiu photos and the last person doesn't end up just getting 10 of the fuck up photos). i care about what you're getting! be my friend and if you see me walking down the street give me a taste of the icecream you are eating!!!!

 

i was forced to do amputations. we had a cutlass, an ax and a big log. we called the villagers out and let them stand in line. you ask the victims whether they want a long hand ora short hand (the amputation at the wrist or elbow). the long hand you put in a different bag from the short hand. if you have a large number of amputated hands in the bag, the promotion will be automatic, to various ranks.
A.- age 16

the first time we went out on patrol, we attacked a village and we killed so many people. i was afraid that first time. i dont know how many people i killed, because i was jsut shooting. i couldn't see anything. they just told me to shoot
L.-age 12

that sight of blood and crying of people in pain, triggered something inside me that i didnt understand but it made me past the point of compassion for others. i lost my sense of self.
I.- age14

sometimes when i was angry i'd kill some of of my fellow rebels. if we fell into an ambush and the bigger boys made a mistake we'd kill them.
P.-age 12

 

i had such a nice thanksgiving
thanks to john, kay, sylvia, yasi, jessica, annie, nedelle, and chris
i got drunk and ran out the door like a freak and regret it
too short a time in thanks for friends
when i get lonely i need to think if this night
or that day which yielded
bird watch update with the pilgrims and indians

wilson's warbler
hooded oriole
junco
bewicks wren
chestnutbacked chickadee
common bushtit
robin
townsend's solitare
varied thrush
hermit thrush
swainson's thrush
ruby crowned kinglet
townsends warbler
rufous sided towhee
turkey vulture on turkey dia
some tiny tiny tiny brown hawk that i cant figure out that was summoned by the bird call and wanted to eat me

at one point i was being swarmed via said bird call by the chickadee's and warblers. they were circling me also wanting to eat me
i have never used a bird call succesfully before. it was like talking.

 

last cell phone tour photos (i used to take photos of caralee sleeping while i was driving until she busted me!). jamie gave is computer to caralee, will he ever blog again? first batch of polaroids mailed out. they are not being mailed out in any order, so don't worry if yours don't come right away. thank you NORTHERN LIGHTS TONY for helping out those who didn't put enough postage (there are a lot of you!!!!!!!).









and a donkey ride:




coming soon: leftover tour shirts and photos and other things will be available online.

 

check it yo.

Vu Vu makes it big in Indy media

oh yeah, and some cell phone photos i forgot about are coming soon. there is talk of a book of the best polaroids.

count one: 1,134 polaroids. 1,170 needed. 91 envelopes. 36 missing. count two: 1,175 polaroids. that means there are 5 more than there should be, and how can this be when you know there are atleast 6 missing. need to recount, it's like the elections. what's going on? i didn't know what i was getting myself into, i need an intern.

so the polaroids are coming out. if you happen to get minus one i will put something extra in. the tour was crazy and hectic and overwhelming and things got lost, misplaced, stolen, censored, mailed. i chose to wait 'til the end so i could mix them all up and scan the best ones. though, it would have been interesting to send the actual ones you bought, and having it being like 15 minutes of the tour instead of fragments within the entire duration. oh well, we do what we can, and we do it just because we can do it and why not? fuck the world and make the world and do whatever you want.

p.s. if you didn't put enough postage on the envelope DAVID WILL BE PISSED! he won't deny you from your polaroids, he'll buy you a stamp with his own money because he's nice even though he doesn't have an income right now and he's moving and thinks he can pay rent in LA without a job (is he crazy?).

if you want to be nice to someone who doesn't think about postage or puts canadian stamps on the envelope not realizing we're from the US because you are nice and you have some extra pocket change, paypal hikarusaru at gmail dot com 39 cents. haha!

 

haiku of the day by jamie the orc

square tea pot mailed
old round tea pot pours bad thoughts
will it stop this time?

yes it will because i last week i spent $68 on tea so i am gonna be so fucking high i won't care about anything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
nettle tea
hibiscus
gyokuko green tead
genmaicha green tea
camel tea
white peyone
orchid oolong

eat first or you will barf
bark bark bark
once i ate a cigar when my brother was a baby and barfed it up
once i ate testors model glue and barfed it up
once i ate cottage cheese and tomatoes and BARFED IT UP BABY GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

will syria save iraq?
i hope so
once i ate bagdhad and i barfed up a rainbow goblin

 

LAST PHOTO-BLOG OF PHOTOS OF THE TOUR EVER!!! (unless i find some good ones i didn't previously post, oh and i'll probably post some scanned polaroids, oh and i'll probably post video stills from the tour when i work on video, so nevermind):



































narratives are stupid but i just made a narrative. ches, ches drinking, tequilia, mexican restaraunt outside (tequilla is from mexico, DUH), mexican restaraunt inside mural about agriculture, sign about asparagas, sign for xiu xiu merch and no deerhoof merch, deerhoof and 7 year at table, other side of table w/ ches and friends, ches getting crazy, ches getting more crazy, ches taking a picture, natalie taking a picture, jamie taking a picture, a picture of jamie, jamie drawing on a face, my backstage pass for sale text art (drawing), "xiu xiu" backstage doing a photo shoot, a photo detail of a crazy guy, a photo of a prison without the tortured and the torturere only a leash, a photo of me taking a photo of a computer screen which is showing me taking the photo, david on the other side of the computer screen, david sitting at the echo, krysten and friend who just curated a show at circus of books sitting at echo, eva sitting and friend sitting, everyone sitting, caralee sitting again in front of crowd, crowd, grouper playing (on stage, opposite of crowd, DUH), jherek getting ready to play, jamie sleeping before playing, jamie at sea, sea. that was so dumb.

and a forrest and a baby carriage on a cliff w/ out a baby (did they throw the baby off?):





AND THESE ARE THE WINNERS OF THE XIU XIU BLOG ART CONTESTS "Finding Krysten Cunningham" and "Looking at Uta Barth"






i know i said people can still be apart of the polaroid project, but guess what, it's now closed!
if i move to echo park do you think the ocean will come with me or will i have to stand at the top of michelterana(sp?)?

 

i went to pick up jamie so we could go see jherek play. when i ran up to get him he let me in and then went in the bathroom. one hour later he came out and said, "i fell asleep on the toilet." when we went down to the street naseem was still there with the car running. she didn't even know she waited for an hour. yesterday we saw the science of sleep. i hated it for half an hour then all of a sudden thought it was great after one part happened and i realized something was happening. when it was over i thought, maybe it was the boy version of amelie, or maybe it's about boredom because it's about getting frustrated in a world of boring people and things, or maybe it was just what it was - french (like when the worker said in his dream, "so what you are saying, is that i am nothing"). oh, and there was a line about disappearing over the horizon - i tried to make art about that once but i need a boat. big end of tour photo upload coming when i get back to LA.

JOE! we gotta get JAPAN on the XIU XIU SITE!!!!!!!!!! what are they doing in asia online? it looks so quiet overthere. my friend who studied in hong kong said she walked into a record store over there and la foret was on. maybe i should start writing in japanese to boost this.

watashi wa debidodesu. ashita wa rosu ni kaerutsumoridesu.

 

i feel stupid and i feel like saying FUCK ! YOU! to anyone who thinks i am stupid

 

wow sometimes it is scary how smart my brother is
um fuck what do i do now







i have to say something terrible
a young woman from florida
named J. who i had talked with before tonight reminded me that she found her brother dead by suicide listening to a particular xiu xiu song
my dad died from suicide and there are 3 particular xiu xiu songs about it. before, right after and a couple years after
how does one think about this( by one i mean to seperate myself from this for one second so i do not go fucking craZy)
is this ok to think about ? is this ok to write about ? i have no idea how to feel anything about J. or my dad or my brother's dad or my sister's dad or my mom's husband.
there are so many horrible things on earth-child soldiers, cambodian garment workers, west oakland, everything
where do you put your own insane heart ache amdist so much other "worse?" hurt
is it the same? is it worse? is it dumb to dwell on? is it possible not to? is it anything?
there are other stupid horrible parts of my own life. are they overshadowed by this stupidness? are they because of it? did they cause it?
two tears in a bucket mutha fuck it OR not
is that cold or neccessay?
God i want to know anything so bad.

 

This is a map people who visit the Xiu Xiu website by location.

 

jamie steals internet from his neighbor. i steal water from jamie's sink. i take a train down the california coast on saturday to LA. i've been meaning to do this for a long time (just like i've been meaning to see the northern lights in either iceland or alaska). i can stare at the ocean for 12 hours (12 hours! what!). when i get home i will send all the polaroids out.

(forrest, golden gate bridge jumping, the movies, naseems bed, vietnamese in israel, julie's razor, zack's brain, the 24, the bay bridge, caralee and vuvu, relaxation, stress, hopelessness, anxiety, deppression, melancholy, boredom, happiness, love, hate, french peasantry, lonliness, alonliness, not lonliness but not its absense just its opposite, desire, oblivion, portrait's of rhea, and the thing you all want, to live forever in a koi pond).

 

we had lunch with eva yesterday and i tried to show her how to see the 3D buddha in the vietnamese market. then i told her her eyes look like a blue galaxy because they do. jamie went to sleep and i remembered when eva said she saw an article for that riottt fest from saturday on pitchfork so i decided to search for it. AND OH MY GOD, LOOK WHAT I FOUND.

THEY USED A PHOTOGRAPH OF MY SIGN!!!! HAHAHAHAH!!!



i hated that place. then i became fascinated by it in a cultural-studies kind of way - a kind of mixing pot of current consumer sub-cultures . but that was only because of ben's cookie. when i eat ben's cookie i can't help but turn my head into a kind of cultural studies chalkboard. forget what i'm saying, i hate academia, but i think thought is interesting, and i think people who are intersting are intersting, and people who think are interesting, and people who do things unexpected are interesting, not necessarily 'weird' or 'random,' but completely beyond that, in an unpredictable kind of way, and aren't libraries lovely places to fall in love in? - and i guess the rain too.

oh, and also, i went into the professional photo-shoot room at RIOTTT with CT/VC/XBXRX/KIT/HAWNEYTROOF and we told them the two of us were xiu xiu and we were ready to take our pictures. and they took them (and vu vu was there).

 

today we worked on a video for an old xiu xiu song. it is funny to hear it tiny piece by tiny piece over and over again.
is it a small part of a memory constanly repeated
what a dick. why did i write that? just to make fun of myself.

now what? do i comment on that too? sometimes... yesh i want to SHUT UP

haiku of the day by shiyo the narcissist 1703 died at the age of 32

surely there's a teahouse
with a view of plum trees
on Death Mountain, too.

today's capitalistic participations

7 boxes of tea
1 $6.25 chocolate bar
1 back pack
1 movie that i got a refund for
1 beer
1 bottle of wine for a friend doing me a favor
i bought him one yesterday also but i drank it yesterday also

someone i (used to?) sleep with sent me a naked photo of themself. now it is on my desktop, is that wierd? or funny? or dark? or goonish?

 

so david and i are starting to go over the footage from the tour to make a documentary.
we might call it "what's your problem?" any other ideas?
i hope it is good.
i wonder if it is a bad idea to get home from a tour and then watch it back?
maybe i will feel like i am on tour again and then not be depressed or maybe i willbe more depressed because i will see how problematic being on tour can be.
maybe there will be ghost images in some of the frames and i will become so terrifyed that my band is haunted and i will jump out of a window but a gorilla will grab my ankle and save me. then i will have to live in a tree and do whatever the gorilla tells me to do but i won't be able to understand what it is saying and then it will beat me to death and then i will appear as ghost images in someone else's movie. when the gorilla beats them to death we will hate eachother in the ghost world and have a ghost battle which will destroy oakland.

haiku of the day by kaisho the mon mon died 1914

evening cherry-blossoms
i slip the inkstone back into my kimono
this one last time

caralee will be doing the music for the doc. at least that part will be good. there will be lots of cats chewing on the synth and crapping on the softwere and shedding on the pedals and shredding on the monkey grip ibanez

 

i am in an old friend's room in oakland. she is trying to sleep and it is dark. i don't want to sleep, i want to blog. today there was a pretty girl on the bart reading delueze. like what jamie said about becoming a cat-lady, she will never become one of those annoying guys blurting out WHO they are reading and being really lame. instead, she will become a theoretical girl and then can be friends with glen branca. to whoever gave me polaroids they will come whenever i can get back to LA b/c that is where all the envelopes are. i am going to scan the best ones and make a book and maybe try to find a magazine to run an article on it (any ideas anyone?). i have to make a tour video now. i have to get back to la. i have to find a place to live in la (help). i have to put this art show together. and maybe i have to start a photo-publication (included in the first issue maybe other doll photos jamie took in vietnam - you know, the 'alternate promise.'). oh, and i need to find an income (help).

if you sleep good how are you less depressed? and less boring? if everything is perfect, you reach that state of total complacency and convenience, and then you reach a state of boredom - but boredom is different from boring. but does depression have anything to do with the body or is it just a hole you fall into or have already fallen into or are currently falling inside? during deerhoof i walked into the space between the barrier and the stage and sat with the 'photographers.' i saw one of the 'security guards' making fun of the 'music' to his other 'security guard' 'friend' and then all of a sudden turned around has if completely mesmorized and stared at greg, 'the drummer' for five minutes with 'his' jaw dropped.

 

there is a million year old man in the coffee place who just yelled ,"the first thing they did to the jews was paint them all as lotharios and grape eaters!!!!!!!"

i get soooooooooooooooooooOOOooOOoOOoooooooioo depressed after tours. my smart friend said if get a cat because i am lonely it would be ok because i am a man and therefore cannot become a cat lady.
maybe i should drink a juice made of no depression palm heart.
after tours i usually try to stave it (le depresion) off by buying things. i won the america award again!!!!!i voted and now i am going to go shopping (fuck me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
a new mattress? so boring but if i sleep better i will be less depressed and hopfully less boring
expensive wine = drunk but less depressed and then more depressed and then boring again

records
new pants
cactus
music equipment
books
a hat to cover my monchichi hair
a hearing aid = i wonder how loud it is when you don't need one. REALLY LOUD
if you put one in your mouth do you feel the vibrations? if you put one up your butt?
if you put one the microphone part up yor butt and the speaker part into a deaf person's ear would it sound like a regular fart or would it sound like ministry vocals?

 

this is the last show. there was a sunset on the bay bridge. i remember sonoma and orinda and berkeley and they are all gone. now it's oakland i guess. it's over. yesterdays are for depression and tomarrows are for indifference. if you were my friend i would put you on the list with a star next to your name so they will give you a green bracelet and you can sit in our room and drink our water.

 

THEY AREN'T FROM HERMOSA BEACH.



Right here, all by myself
I aint got no one else
The situation is bleeding me
Theres no relief for a person like me

Depressions got a hold of me
Depression-i gotta break free
Depressions got a hold of me
Depressions gonna kill me

I aint got no friends to call my own
I just sit here all alone
Theres no girls that want to touch me
I dont need your goddamn sympathy

Depressions got a hold of me
Depression-i gotta break free
Depressions got a hold of me
Depressions gonna kill me

Everybody just get away
Im gonna boil over inside today
They say things are gonna get better
All I know is they fuckin better

Depressions got a hold of me
Depression-i gotta break free
Depressions got a hold of me
Depressions gonna kill me

Depressions got a hold of me
Depression-i gotta break free
Depressions got a hold of me
Depressions gonna kill me

 

last night we played at a pizza parlor. i sprained my wrist and and got in a fight with a heckler. it was more exciting than i thought it would be.

 

i voted in san pedro where my biggest fear was that old croatian ladies would recognize me as "that boy" who volunteered (out of boredom) during the primaries. jamie says don't von't for whimps. aren't democrats whimps? i'm bored with politics - or maybe, i'm bored with the political system - or maybe, i'm bored with what the political system has to offer me. so i don't vote for me, i just vote for the less fortunate, for what they would want. when i was in college i voted for nadar. when i wasn't in college i voted for kerry. what does that tell you? i think it would be fascinating to live at the end of an empire, to witness it crumble. wouldn't that be exciting? you would watch something turn into nothing.

 

so, I am eating vegan, except for the shit-ass pizza tonight.
so, am i to be anti-squeezing? is fresh-squeezed OJ outta the question?
pollinating? sean hayes songs outta the question?
i am not eating vegan.
deja vu vu.....
vu.
ray charles, ray charles junior.
ray carls, ray carl's junior.
--cs

 

hi
please vote today for people who will not fuck your planet up by being greedy assholez and whimps
oh shit then you cant vote
how about please vote for the smallest assholes
and be sure if you are voting at the shiloh gym in oakland not to take a pen with you or like 10 people will yell "hey hey hey man! pen pen!!!!!" as you walk out the door

my throat hurts again fuck it
we had a day off on the bay area and all i did was watch bad movies
AMERICA is in me. i am a citizen of tv and laziness
an old old filipino man saw me walking down the street to the voting place and said
"remember me when you vote."

 

i am waiting for someone else to blog so i don't look like the "blog-hog" but nothing is happening (so i just make this entry longer). what is everyone doing? probably having sex. from an email: "everytime there is 2 or 3 days without update on the xiu xiu tour blog I think "I hope they did not have a car crash like dinausor Jr" bye tony" Go see the p girls, they played in seattle, i have a secret crush on RJ and ZP. don't tell anyone.

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vu vu and orville meet in LA. they are in LOVE. Orville has somewhat a french fetish b/c of his interest in philosophy and intellect, and vu vu has a thing for a man of intelligence and wits:



reading LA weekly's show info for the echo, i found in it the words: "...collaborations with Grouper, and Cong for Brums sharing Xiu Xiu’s Ches Smith, tonight is almost like one big happy freak-folk family." I AM SO PISSED, I AM NOT ON A FREAK-FOLK TOUR, SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FUCK.

this is david's 'stupid gif' #2:



i drove from portland to LA with ches. right after we got onto the 110, when we were about to hit chinatown, when the freeway does that crazy curve, ches shoved vu vu into my face and we almost died.



dear people, i made an edition of 50 tour packet thingies. it includes a small hand-made photo-book of xiu xiu's tour w/ the dead science in the south last winter (oh yeah, everyone on the west coast should go and see the dead science w/ casiotone) and three 4x6 photographs. all inside a small manilla envelope. yeah! they are $15 at shows, and since the last shows are coming up, if anyone wants to be put on the list of who gets the left overs, you can email me. they may sell out before the last show, but if not, first come first serve. they will be $20 in the USA and $25 International. email me: hikarusaru (at) hotmail

click on image:



(this is book is #3. #1 were photo-books made from cheap plastic photo albums w/ images of the Canadian tour and unbound loose images wrapped in paper - all books were made differently - there was about 50 I think. #2 was made like the one above, w/ photos from the yellow swans and eva tour - there were 30 I think. These are long gone, I don't even have copies of any of them.)

shakuhachi debut: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nk1CDU_w1Y0

ray charles, ray charles jr.

 

IF YOU DON'T KNOW, THE SHOW TOMORROW IN EUGENE, OR HAS BEEN CANCELED. SOMEONE JUST TOLD ME THEY WERE GOING TO IT, AND I HAD ASSUMED EVERYONE KNEW IT HAD BEEN CANCELED, BUT I GUESS NOT, SO HERE IT IS, WHAT I JUST TYPED.

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it's been a long time now. everything seems so routine, almost theatrical, like it's all theatre, like everything has been rehearsed, like it's on replay everyday. it's perfunctory. it's so mechanical that i just want to see jamie or caralee or ches walk in front of me in the middle of their set, as if they weren't even playing. it's all a show, and we are all a part of the play, and it's happening right now and we are and aren't -

more later.

now:

it's like television. like, an actor can be with you and on tv at the same time. i am waiting for. fuck, no one has any idea what i'm talking about. in austin after ches played his set all of a sudden begun again. the sound guy had recorded it, and decided to play it again right after he finished. it was normal.



buy carla bozulich's 'evangelista.' jamie and i agree it is the best record of 2006. grouper is now on the tour. she is great, you can walk around and drink wine and let things happen.

there is a sign here that says, "where is art going?" (HAVE YOU NOTICED, I LIKE TO TYPE THINGS AND THEN DELETE THEM? HA. SORRY. IT'S A 'PERFORMANCE.') go to the la freewaves festival. i think it's at the hammer museum. maybe it's right now, or maybe it's already over, i don't know. look for a certain video - a certain video that i have not seen but would like to someday.



I just found MIa in portland, she has something to say:

I'm not sure. The first thing I noticed about this place is the red lanterns hanging from the high ceilings, and then I noticed the floors, and then the white walls. We ate black bean burgers and pumpkin milk shakes. and then then then I walked under a ladder and gabe and caralee ghasped.

 

I am trying desperately to grow a beard as I we are going to Portland and I don't want to blend in.































































































with david horvitz.

 

i spent the night alone in a motel 6669 and the couple next door to me were fucking in what sounded like rote tones.
about 30 seconds after the woman faked cumming i heard her say "i ate alot of candy. i know i put on some weight."
OH!
then i took 2 tylenol pm and fell the asleep.
i was then woken again by their love making. this time she actually said "oh god oooooooooh god."
the when she finished faking it the 2nd time right after she said , "oh no it hurt in a good way. i don't know why i came."
OH!!!
i am so alone in this world. alone and fully clothed for probably ever.

 

"i got blood all over my pants," ches smith.

i am totally fucked. i look disgusting. i have to shave right now, especially since we are getting to portland in a few days and i don't want to blend in. sick. meet us at thai tom tomorrow in seattle.

my first ever gif:



welcome back pacific ocean, we are home.



i need a place to live in los angeles. somebody help me.

 

david didn't go outside to take a polaroid of the snow because he all of a sudden got too tired and got a headache and then took off his clothes and got comfortable on the bed. tomorrow. my head hurts. i'm not really comfortable b/c i'm tired and my head hurts.

below was from Boston. i think these are so great together. it's like hyper-reality. i bought a baudrillard book at the walker. it's great b/c it is total nihilism, and so what, i can do whatever i want mr. jean, i can stand on a stool and remove the stool, and instead of falling or pretending to stand on an imaginary stool i can just float in the air on nothing (this probably makes no sense to anyone b/c it is so vague and i am not explaing what the stool means. think significance):



i took jamie to tanya bonakdar's gallery in new york. (angela just called me from germany and i had to talk to her in the bathroom so i wouldn't wake anyone up. 'you bastard'). the receptionist person was kind of an ass to us. what do you expect from an art gallery? i was hoping to see ethan, but he was at frieze.



cape cod, where you mooncuss, and where i want to live:




xiu xiu:



a tree at night:



stuff:





a letter:

 

this is vu vu, our new tour-pet. vu vu is a seal. she has a heavy french accent when she speaks. vu vu likes kisses. i love you vu vu.