Lunar Eclipse from Texas

Parmer, I got the Package(s)

Got the 20 or so rolls of film yesterday too.  But I am going to wait and only develop a roll a week.  Maybe 2 if you are lucky...

Perfectly executed flying head kick!

I know right, Fucking spectacular! Chuck Norris approved this picture.

Picture taken by Cameron Turley, may God grant him 7 virgins.

I want a guerilla

I am here to buy suspenders, that is why I came back. I was going to couchsurf but apparently I don't have tits. Almost every host has posted "girls only."Now if you are a girl and you posted that... okay, I can understand. As for you guys... fucking dueschebags. I hope a girl with dick sleeps on your coach, Dick!

So I did get one reply from a guy who is willing to host me but the days did not work out unfortunately, hence he hostel I am staying at. But the guy did respond kindly. Since the days did not work out I told him I'd try to catch him in Rome for a cup of coffee or something. He just sent me back i reply saying, "No stress at all, don't worry. Here is my mobile: 3335059314... I thought maybe you wanted to stop by for a shiatsu massage :-)"


So... I'm thinking about it. He has a girl he his hugging from behind in his profile picture so I don't think he is gay, but you never know. Anyways... I ask the guy behind me in the dinning room where we are eating breakfast, "what is a shiatsu massage?"
"Oh, that's the massage where they go DEEP, Balls Deep." WTF, balls and everything. He laughs after I draw attention to how he said it. He explains to me, "lol, I mean with their elbows, the balls." he points the balls of his elbow. Yep, still funny.

East from last

                                                            East from last

Things I saw today: Wind flapping umbrellas, tram almost hit woman with baby in stroller which came to a complete stop after applying breaks and ringing bell for 5 seconds; the woman’s natural instinct was to let go of stroller and jump out of the way. There was another person, a man just as lucky; he bounced across. Guy on a bike goes the wrong direction into on coming traffic (wrong way on a one-way), he about flips on the car’s hood. I wonder if these people were stoned?

What I didn’t see: Huge puddle of water as I was looking for the Foto store and noticed a hot chick on a bike and SPLASH! HUGE puddle of water.

Music is great. Beers are damn expensive. Not even 1/3 of a pint for 1.50 euro. Few minutes later guy next to me looks like he’s having fun, dancing the night away like he’s having a seizure. They play 80’s music with techo, love it. Off of Pancake Corner, “Let’s here it for the boy,” plays. Girls bounce around and shake their ass.

K-51, Q-ROBE

This is a fun group. People coupling and making out on the dance floor. I’m a celebrity here; people want to take so many pictures with me. I really must work on being assertive and not so shy. Girls start to undress Mikey, the singer with the DJ. He gets shy and moves off stage. Ohwww… One of the girls has a pooch pouch and some muffins in her basket. But her friend that was frisky was smoke’n hot. I get looks but to shy to approach. And life slows down before it continues. Misery burns slowly while happiness burns fast, sometimes furiously.

Free tour –

www.condomerie.com

Amsterdam airport is below sea level

4 billion is earned in revenue through taxes annually thanks to Marijuana

“Your friend, your enemy, your shadow.” Referring to drugs when taken by an individual.

“We had to run away quick sticks.”

Ryan is our tour guide’s name, Australian decent. He has great personal stories. He needs to stick to comedy. I saw him later on in the late afternoon at the comedy club, go figure.

I am at Anno’s, watching the Dutch Talent show, like “American Idol.”

Roker(ij), “Watcha gonna do Holland” Boom Chicago –youtube

Cee Lo Green, “Fuck You;” plays.

Thomas is Canadian; fell in Love with a Dutch girl in Amsterdam. He is the doorman at the Boom Chicago Comedy Club. Nice genuine guy.

In case it rains

And starts to flood,

This is your life jacket

To keep your head above

We write it down on a post card along with the life jacket that we give to Anna’s friend for her book release party. I got the life jacket from easyjet. I took two this time. One for Anna and the other so I could pull the cord because I always wanted to see what would happen.

The butterfly is out of my beard.

Out the door to my left. So step left, walk to Burger Ven Meineszlaan. Turn right, walk to Burger Fockstraase, turn left. And walk or taxi 2.8 km to Haarlemmerwy. Turn right @Van Limburs Stirmstrasse. Straight left so stop, stay left and street Tweede Nassaustrase. Walk to Nassaukade. Then turn left and look.

I’m sitting in a comfortable green chair, in the middle of the room. I know more people than Anna. I met them all tonight. It’s Anna’s friend’s first book, in Dutch; no English translation yet. I meet Malou MacGillaury, Anna’s best friend. Malou’s father is a nice sweet guy. He has a partner that Anna says is really nice too, he kind of adapted Malou. They have been together 15 years.

There is this guy walking around with a pink balloon between his left inner for-arm and bicep. The guy is well-dressed, white tiny poka-dots on a blue collard shirt, with black dress coat and tight pants. His pants are tighter than mine, and I’m wearing skinny jeans. He is talking to a smaller man; he himself is only 5’8’’. The smaller man is standing beside a taller woman; he tries to make a move. With success, not the type of success some would think but she is still beside him after the sloppy kiss on the cheek.

(New group) She is wasted. She looks around before beginning conversation. Probably horny, just because she is a girl doesn’t mean she doesn’t want it. “I have this genius idea,” girl says after this guy stops her from compulsively shaking his hand, she is dunk. Now she is off, after saying “Goodbye.”

The party is thinning. Anna is sending David a message. People are tap dancing; or rather beat dancing with their feet. The two from earlier, “sloppy kiss” and drunk girl, couple and are about to part. “Eye of the Tiger” intros in. The girl is taller than the guy but she looks mature and experienced so maybe she knows how to work those older smaller types. Lol.

Face painting! Please apply, me next, do me, do me baby. I asked, accepted. People start to dance. Oh my, wish you were here. Lol, the guy can’t figure out the spastic girl’s wobble and twist. I am not next. Now I pee.

Guy in line says, “I look at you and associate you with the Cohen Brothers… That’s a compliment.” I’ll take it. His name is Dennys. Dennys Franssen

dbfranssen@hotmail.com   This guy is cool

I see two people motor scooting together and think; I wonder what that would be like naked. It’s cold outside… fuck that idea. It’s later; I wonder what’s going to happen?

The guys flirt with each other, reaching into each other’s pockets, running around laughing while they are still digging through the other’s pockets.

One girl just commented on my pants. >Are they comfortable <Ya >Because they look tight. – I lift up the bottom of my shirt so she can see my waist and turn a 360. She likes. Gay guy made a loud stomp. People walkout the door. Other people continue to converse.

Now gay guys chase in circles giggling. Time to leave. I’ve been drinking water.

My bike is like my dog

Old Beast still runn’in

Chasing that pussy, hunping, biting

Sometimes barking up the wrong tree.

If you hear me ring my bell

You better get the hell

Out of my way

Cause I’m a beast

Go ahead and yell

I’m not chasing mommas

So you can thank me babies

You get fed

Now watch and learn

My light shines bright when

You flip my switch

Open your hands up wide

Take a firm grip

Hold on tight

I like to shake your hips

Above my chrome handle bars

I shake them tits

I make the jiggle

Watch them wiggle

Through my reflect silver tints

            I’ll finish the rest, later…

>Go to the Dik and get your Nigger Kisses – The Dik is the local grocery store and “Nigger Kisses” is a brand of chocolate they sell here in Holland. The store is right down the canal from the place I am staying. The Santa Clause arrived today Nov 13^th, with his black slaves. Yes, black slaves; it’s a Dutch thing. They are not elfs; they are black men in funny jester like costumes. This is the first day when you sing by the fireplace and the black slaves come down and put candy in your shoes. Hence the chocolate kiss, and the name of the chocolate candy they sell. Some parents only put the candy in shoe once, others do it at least a couple of times before Dec 5^th, it depends on the parents. “It’s a nice holiday,” Swayze says. He describes the candy in more detail. “There is a company, candy company, that makes chocolate candy with white filling in it. It’s the candy usually dropped in your shoe by the slave. NegerZoen is the name of the candy. Translated it means Niggerkiss.” Moving on now…

Kiwi the dog is sleeping to my left. Just today I took the dog for a walk in the park around the corner. Head phones in and high as a satellite in orbit I walk the planet not knowing what is to come in the near future. Just before leaving the park, some guy is amazed by this Bull Terrier. I can’t really make out what he says, not because I’m stoned (it’s legal here in Amsterdam don’t judge me) and not because I have head phones in playing “Fuck You,” by Cee Lo Green, but because he is speaking in Flemish. He moves friendly towards Kiwi and bends over, head first, to pet her and BAMB! Kiwi jumps in the air and smashes this guy in the head Chuck Norris style. She even got a bite out of him too. “Are you okay,” I say after tightening the automatic dog leash? “Oh… oh… I am seeing stars.” He is speaking English now with an accent. “I’m sorry, I had no idea, this is my friend’s dog,” I said. His friends, a guy and a girl, are laughing their asses off. But this guy is bleeding from the head; fuck. The guys sits down dazed, I diffuse the situation, really the guy is so out of it he has no idea what to do, and I walk away with the Bull Terror!

So anyways… “Clear and Present Danger,” is on TV, Dutch subtitles. I’m gonna go roll a splif. Why not, it’s legal.

DE CLERCKSTRAAT

>GO left: ROZENGRAGHT

Straight a head till Dam Square

I talk to some beautiful girl at Café POCO LOCO, she tells me some clubs to go to; cute local.

- Club UP    weekend

- Studio 80   Thursday

- Plakk

- Club Air

Big Beautiful eyes, Platinum short but not to short hair, tall, student (masters in something), and about to finish this semester. She asks who I am and I tell her, she is very interested, weird I know right, all this while smoking a joint. Pray to the Gods you meet her again.

I see guys in the ally standing. As I walk I notice them all, all by themselves. Usually people travel in couple, pairs, or packs, even more so with their buddies. Oh, epiphany, these are they guys who wait for their buddy’s. Ha, ha, I would just fuck the girl in the window beside his. Have a competition; see how loud we can get these hard working women to fuck. Yep, I was correct, as I walk by the curtains are closed. They are definitely on stand-by thinking, “ya my friends fucking a prostitute.”

Women open their glass door’s and talk across the walkway. “Damn,” that girl has some huge tits. I see the youth leave the cafe bar, “The Pint.” Foreigners hooking up with foreigners. This guys needs to seal the deal before his buddy says something stupid or pukes. The girls have their gay Chinese guy friend/security with them; damn he is dressed well.

There I was after missing the last step pissing into the canal looking at the clouds thinking about the Dutch girl “M…” m-something, can’t remember. Wow, a shooting star. I make a wish; I ask to see that girl again. What…? I’m a simple man. Thinking back now I should have asked to see her again as my love or naked in my bed tonight, whatever.

Amasja

(a-ma-sha)

Bartender tells us her story of being robbed @ gun point. I tell her my story of having a gun pulled out, pointed point-blank at my face.

Henny is her name 0648250942, Call Saturday for Texas Hold’em Poker. Henny, Amasja, and I play poker, we are teaching Amasja how to play. We move on to 5-card poker. She tries the bridge, shuffling, she’s getting there. I am very attracted to Amasja.

She writes down some music to listen to:

Jonsi (Sigur Ros)

Bon Iver

Animal Collective

Fleet Fox

<Is that the bathroom over there >Yes it is <… I’m gonna go tinkle. – You can’t help but laugh.

Polaroid camera down the street, you can rent for 10 euros a day or buy it for 60 euros. Prints are not cheap, tough, would be worth it. For now on only use the word “though” in front of a sentence, never at the end.

Thought while walking stoned through the dog park with Kiwi:

For now on if I give money to bums give them foreign currency that is lower than their currency. The money given to them is already disappearing through exchange rate and currency depreciation.

Awesome thrift shop off Zwanenburgwal Centrum (on the corner by canal)

www.episode-online.eu

South Nassaukede, R on Jacob van Lenne, Curves 90 degrees right the 90 left then 90 right again. L on Jan Pieter Heij, R on Kanaalstrat, L on Staringstrat.

Bar “Bloom”

Hour and a half later I make it to Bloom, I got lost. They just finished a quiz The girls I am meeting here weren’t last in the brackets, they’re happy. And the guys they brought with them won, prize… 45 euros, congrats. It’s karaoke time, and  these girls like to prance, great! Ya, drunk karaoke begins. This is a smoking bar, tobacco that is, damn it Amsterdam! They want to see my passport because as of right now my beard is 4 ½ months of growth without a shave and my passport has me bare and naked. I remember I am having coffee tomorrow with Malou. Okay now the girls are singing “I Will Survive,” while the bartender claps her hands above her head, her huge boobs hump up and rumble down, magnificent. In our group there are 5 girls and 4 guys including me.

<She’s fucking amazing…She’s so horny >She’s Mexican or course ^Mexican people horny? >29 million people living in Mexico City, of course. – I love how the girls here are so tall. She’s being swarmed, easy pray really, she’s sitting down.

He’s being molested, the big’o Mexican woman grabbed our little Italian friend.

She clenches my leg and squeezes. I go to the bathroom. Aw ya, every time, the air in the bathroom is better, no smoke. I piss in the dark. I come out and Glehn is dancing and singing, “Lift me up.” I lean back on the door to this music, dreaming of a girl dancing, singing, and loving.

“You sexy mother fucker,” she says turning and shaking her hips. She grabs my book and writes: “Dear Brandon, Enjoy, to the fullest. Every second counts just like in a bad action movie… xx(ox) Arienne

Good quote, she’s very inspiring. And drunk. Yep.

Girls drink diet coke in a tiny glass coke bottle with a straw.

Song, “You sexy Motha Fucka”

Sean Paul “Take that dick… early mon.” I want to dance. I like the portraitures on the wall.

Straight guys dance with each other… Girl with glasses and nice butt walks out of bathroom, she’s intrigued and sits down to watch the two guys dance.

Push it plays, “And push it real good.” A guy puts coins down the cigarette machine. Couples get frisky to my right. Yep, they’re gonna fuck. >Just look at all those guys waiting to see you, and grab you. – She frowns in a helpless humoristic way, knowing that it’s true. If these guys see her in their drunken state, she is going to get mangled. “Push it real good.” Now she dances.

Later on… Hugs, goodbyes, and ass grabbing. Yep, I love it. The guy that just grabbed her ass leaves with another girl. Lol.

“California Love…Shake it shake it baby.” Go Tupac GO! Glehn is a dancing machine; “City of Compton,” dancing while he works, a true master.

“Boogie Dance.” She looks at my passport. “That just the way it is…Things will never change.” I mix rhythms with life. Earlier,” “Shave!” “No.”

“Get up, now down, like a sex machine.” Spastic dancing by man in black, old my friend.

“Shake your money maker,” she winked at me. Ohh, I wink back. Oh, she was just twitching, slowly that is, she has something in her eye. Maybe she got something in her eye after she winked? I’m just saying.

Somebody takes my book and writes: Note from A’dam, erogene lonve bi mannen: G-spot…

P.S. I love (shape of heart) you

I now posses book

Win Sonneveld, “AAN DE AMSTERDAMSE GRACH TEN,” song, I like this song

Women are Meisjes, Men are Jongens. It’s what the bathrooms say.

Watzou je daen, Blof. Oh my… this is a song

Blood Sweat & Tears, BLOED ZWEETEN TRAVER< Andre Hazes

NOTE: SONG: AMERICAN BOY

Honestly, they (every bartender in Amsterdam) do not know how to pour beer.

Donney Hathaway, “A song for you.”

Hands, hands, hands, all over me. Yes! The song is still going on. 3 in the morning, next bar.

Send a post card to Café Bloom

Wilhelminastr

10G 1053WB

Amsterdam

Malou writes during coffee break the next day:

Google: Wharf

Find out: NOSM-WERF

Shrike! Leidseplein  16h

Erving Goffmann: The presentation of self in everyday life

Central Station, backside, ferry left to NDSM-werf

Nov 2^nd, there is a protest today. At 4 in the afternoon. Smoking at 4:20. Get film. Polaroid as well. Leidsepein 16H

Raymond van’t Groenewoud, Ramses Shaffy

Bigmouth s… again, The Smiths

Thoughts while walking… I remember setting fire in a field, and I walked away. What animal does that? Not untamed people, just not educated/taught what…

Reaction to action. Watch, please watch. Try to learn. Try to teach. Yah, children are tuff, duh! It’s a human being with different thoughts, feelings, and ideas. A human being with different reactions to your actions.

I’m here with at least 12,00 people on Leid… A protest, with a stage and a microphone. A … singing protest. Ya sure… go ahead and bring your kids out.

I follow the drums core line after the protest, they cause traffic to stop for an hour and have a crowd of about a thousand or so people. So you piss off the public residents in Amsterdam and they will stop transportation going in and out of the city for an hour or so.

I now pass an outdoor ice skating ring, pretty cool. I wanna skate but it’s mostly kids and I look very suspicious with my beard, pedo like almost but really just scary. So I just take a few pictures instead, which turned out to be very suspicious as well.. Cee Lo Green’s, song, “Fuck you,” plays as the kids skate, the unedited version. They get a good and proper education here.

At Amsterdam Central Station now waiting for a friend to arrival. Should be here at 9:22. or not. Okay 9:41, or not okay. While waiting I observe a few things. A woman walks into a clear glass window at Kiosk, a snack and coffee bar. There are no benches on the ground floor, WTF? The woman was looking at food while walking (zombie like) and BOOM SHAKE RATTLE and “Ohh!” Lol, she must be so hungry, I am surprised she didn’t walk right through the glass. I check the tracks; there is a flash light, square and blue, underneath the departure train to the airport. I walk back to ground floor. I just saw a neon colored Waldo, high as an Astronaut lost in space. 13a, platform, I’m tired but not sleepy, only worn.  That protest slowed me down, all that yelling and jumping around. It was a good Arts Movement, really it was more a of concert. A microphone and a band is not a protest, it’s a sing-a-long and riot diffuser. I mean, parents had kids around their necks. Monkeys don’t swings on vines when it’s raining, and I only saw two cops.

He has arrived.

Coffeeshop after his burger from McD’s

<Holy shit I got cottonmouth like a bitch. I can hardly feel my tongue. >You want some tea. <Ya. >Two teas please.

-       2 teas order

-       2 teas paid (He paid, cause he knows I’m traveling broke)

-       2 teas in front of us

>Where’s our tea bags? <Where are the tea bags? – We wait… we wonder… where are our Dam tea bags? Of course right when we ask her, after two minutes of looking around, we seem them literally in front of our face. It’s like camouflage. Impressive bag rip by the Japanese tourist to our right. “These guys are serious stoners,” my anonymous friend says. He’s still ripping the bag after he said that. Now they get the neon green bog from the waitress. Fire in the hole. He burned the whole fully loaded bowl of hydro, his weed smells great. This guy is impressive.

Anonymous friend writes:

Billy “Pablo, Fucking, Escobar” Walsh. You should give bike tours along Europe for a profession… “I don’t think it’s straight…” – Billy Walsh. “But it ain’t crooked.” Un-named Friend from Oktoberfest.

I have book again.

The sign on the wall says, “Tomorrow All Drinks are Free.” I ask the woman, I think she’s a hooker, behind the bar, “Are they always dancing,” referring to the women in front of the bar windows pointing at people trying to real them in the bar/sex for sell pub. She say, “Ya, always,” alright.

Not wanted, two guys that walk in briefly and left abruptly. Don’t know why, but dancer boy was beside them… dancing. Sometimes seat dancing, just kidding; no but really he was dancing.

My un-named friend just left, 2:30 in the morning. Until we meet again my friend. Be safe.

Next day. Lol, the thing that makes me happy are the break-dancers, they have a great idea. Somebody lays down on their back knees up and bent, with feet down. The other reverse cowgirl’s and covers the other’s knees with their shirt over them. Must look at it from frontal view, side and back view you won’t get the concept with it’s full imaginitive beauty. It was a good funny skit.

11:14 or earlier to 11:23 platform 5b, train to Nijmegan, stop at Amstel Amsterdam. Ask where bus station is.

At Julianaplein office check in, Eurolines, office at train station

1)    South station/ gare central/ zuidstation

2)    Tram/ metro 3, direction Churchill

3)    Tram stopa @ endpoint, follow people, get out and take tram behind you (tram 23, 24. Or 25)

4)    Get off @ “Roffiaen”

From central station:

-       Metro 5, direction Hermann-Dubroux and get off @ “Pettillion”

-       Take tram 23, 24, or 25 direction “Vanderkinderen”

-       Take that tram and get off at “Roffiaen”

When arrive @ “Rofiaen” walk into the street btw the copy center and Pacific Ocean restaurant. On right you’ll find house number 331. Press second button from the top (Yevyv Niwla) address Boandaalse steeweg

Now in Brussels

“The Celestine Prophecy” book to read

“Sleeping with your socks on will safe your life.” 2 burgers in and a cup of coke. It’s a real cookout here. Burgers, cokes, foldout chairs, guys sitting around… AMERICAN style.

Invent upwards coffee table/shelves, instead of resting your cups on a single oblong plane you instead rest them on single individual rectangular one proceeded by another after another above it, like a latter with shelve but a coffee table.

He tells me about a town he knows with free transportation, somewhere in Belgium. We talk about the GoPro video camera. He’s now filling up the Brita container with water but with no filter on it. He now is putting his video camera in the water. Hey cool, he records me through the water, only it looks the same. I glance at the wall as we listen to techno. There’s a Boomerang up there. Idea! Shake face technique, instead of side-to-side shake face, shake up and down. Alwin is inspiring, I think about setting up a studio when I get back to the states. Completely white interior with a chair/or something in the room and a reversal mirror, the one that is reflexive and you can see through from the other side. The one’s that COPS use. Anyways, camera slides in front of mirror for picture when ready. That way the subject feels completely unjudged while going through emotions and making faces or poses. Have them go through different emotions by reading them inspirational speeches, telling them jokes, showing them dramatic video clips, sometimes disturbing clips. Have a TV that will be able to be pulled up, down, and/or around. The room is basically a recording studio, completely sound proof with a see through window on the lengthy rectangular side of the studio  90 degrees from the reflexive mirror so there is no obstruction.

Wormhole theory – Artist have a huge studio/warehouse, like Andy Warhal gave to some artist for projects. Artists come together and inspire one another while working in the same environment. Get a Polaroid!

Random thoughts: I wonder if we’ll ever find our origin (human species.) Creationism, so your telling me we were all created 4,000 years ago from two people, Adam & Even. You are wildly crazy. Just a thought, nothing more.

I need to start… I forgot. More burgers are being made, one will be frozen, and the other will go on a fork.

Random thought again: I want a girl with a never-ending fantasy.

Things I must do today:

Shower, poop (before shower), contact Brittini in Rome, coushsurf Rome, print itenary, mail film.

Watched “Mr.Knowbody” last night, good film. I just herd a big splash. Water in frigerator, the box where he was going to freeze his perfect burger, fell on the floor. He leaves to go piss. I haven’t showered in two days. He realized the experiment isn’t going to work, freezer is not cold enough. He needs a new idea now. Floor is still wet.

I had a bad dream. I was blind, blurry blind and my glasses did not work.

Here in Brussels they declared bilingual languages, French and Flemish (Dutch). Alwin told me about the cinemas in this part of town playing movies with French subtitles AND dubbed over in French language as well. “What the Fuck,” he says. In Geneva they speak both French and Swiss German. In Amsterdam they speak Dutch. The boarder between Italia & France it’s both. And they don’t sell pot here, I was told they did. Ya, maybe illegally but not like AmsterDAMN!

Just got up from being down stairs, microphone and a black guy. >So what’s up <I’m a rapper – Oh of course you are. I want a microphone. With a microphone I can be a rapper. Here we go: Beautiful girl you have been liven the blues, I would love to show you some moves, chance to dance to the tunes, I want to see you grove. I’m about to shake your blues, swing your hip, hold you when you dip. My hand on your hips, your toes on their tips, lips sailing like ships. Your souls dance’n, in my imagination, your touch has me clasping then I see myself crashing, splashing wet and in love with pleasing you. Pleasure.

Random idea: Make a bowl holder. Imagine at a bowling ally where the balls are, now imagine the rack that the balls are on. My bowl rack will be exactly like that. Now place that rack in front of a chefs table or along a bar where food can be served. All the chef has to do is place the cut, diced, or chopped or cooked food in the bowl and slide it down on it’s way to the customer. Bowls could even have magnets on them that would pull the bowl to certain places around to bar.

I tell Alwin how in Britain they deep fry Mars bars, really they’ll deep fry anything you give them; they’ll deep fry your burger from McD’s.

We listen to Mos Def.

The wooden man needs his screws tightened, Coca bottle, frozen, I space back to the place. I use to love the taste of coke-a-cola, my memories roll over. “Look at that glorious fucking tomato.” Red knife cuts around the green tip. The perfect burger; skillet fried meet, tomatoes, cheese, lettuce, Mayo on the side, it’s your decision. Chairs and chips.

Ode to the thing: I thank you, for being here with me. Comfort and warmth you give one side of my ass. My thoughts you retain, my feeling you feel. I bleed on to you with my ink through inspiration. The people around me know you. Things I see you feel. Enjoy, I know I do, and you are always with me; until there are no more pages to write on. I will revisit you, you hold my thoughts. Thank you.

P.S. I burned a hole in you last week… sorry. And I used you for joint tips too. You got high as fuck! I know because I was too.

I was going to smoke the cigarette outside but I FORGOT, NOW IT’S GONE.

i.gymel@hobm.

Alwin writes:

Ibi2a (eivissa) Spain, clubs everywhere

La Mere Noel

I can’t look to the man in the corner of the sea, no I picture him. I’ll wait till he makes a movement to stop me photographing. I am seeing the guy on my picture, I see his reaction, he don’t want to be photographed because he don’t want me to know him but he reacted I go the stronger in most human reaction of the person, the moment you stop thinking and let the automatic you in to you… that’s who when thinking all the time, It one ex… to be able give the right reaction at any time,…

In Belgium you buy dope on the street from friends and so on.

In Brussels you can go to known places to get it or you to illegal bars to buy it. When entering the bar you just see 2 tables and …, you can just buy dope, here in nothing in the freeye. You never know how much you will get. You’re really feeling the criminal thing, in Brussels it’s like on television with layers from imported to less imported boys walking around the street selling to Flemish. I don’t trust that shit!

And that’s what he wrote

So… I am at the airport. I missed my flight because I took the wrong train to the wrong airport, FUCK!!!! I have 2 options. #1) Pay 100euros and get the next flight to Roma. #2) Spend 15 euros and go back to Brussels. Now, I must contact Alwin. I wonder how this will all end…

Tiny Squares Full of Words

                                                   Tiny Squares full of words

“Beer Break” after vintage car show. Conversation: Crazy women

<Have you ever had a girl pretend to be married to you? >NEVER <She wrote a letter to my parents saying that we were married and wanted to know about her new heritage. –

Andres. Scary shit he talks about. You won’t survive. <Nick name the Terror Bitch… I did not give to her. -

<She found this psychology book and underlined everything and put my name beside it. –

<If I was gone for an hour she would send me text, after text, after text. Got worse the longer I was gone.

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5386 Winton, 75206, Dalton Tarver

We talk futball. Do not! discuss the English losing to the U.S.A.

At Ramon’s bar, “Not usually at a bar with under aged kids,” David says. 11:30 at night. Waiting for Ali, David is really. I’m just co-pilot. Scouts are playing German songs. About 10 girls, the guys finally showed up after Germany beat Turkey. Soccer! Eye of the Tiger plays, GBless Ramon. Girls get cuter with every beer and shot of Snaps we take. The ones at the bar SLAP! each other on the ass. Young, Yes! Attractive… Now they are. 5 beers in. Ass slapping always a turn on b/c you know they like it. And want it.

<What is your cut off age… >I don’t have one. <Well, what is your cut off?... >Virgins. <What if she’s really hot? >Well… <She really wants it and she’s gorgeous. >Okay… only if she gives me a blow job. – He gives a WTF look - <Why?... >B/c… when she tells me o stop b/c it hurt her too much I’ll say, “That’s fine, it’s okay,” I already got mine. – He smiles. And so do I. Ladies’ it’s true!

There are approximately 23 kids scouting. 3 guitarist (classical). Simple chords I notice: G, C, Am7, D

4 girls that are possible potentials

2 of them look really cute

1 out of 4, really really cute. Yet too young really

Hey hey, Ali has arrived. “I think Turkey one.” “They lost,” I say. “Then why are they so happy.” B/c they’re dumb. I don’t mean that, but why else would they be happy.

There are now 37 SCOUTERS. Mostly guys but it’s good. It is so beautiful! Like planting a seed, caring, nurturing, watching it grow, seeing the beauty in the blossom.

Absorbing the sunshine. I absorb their enthusiasm, their beauty, their energy, their joy and happiness. The wonders of the world, the hopeful joy of our next generation. I hope their happiness succeeds our misery! Not necessary our misery but what we should be concentrating on, happiness.

“If you like Brokheim,” techno, warehouse club, hard to get in, they shut all the windows, you lose track of time. >So are your friends hot. <Oh ya. All of them. >WHERE are THEY! <Brokheim! >Well I got to go… See you in two days. – I wish! Another round is on the way. Fuck I’m having a goodtime. The youth are drunk and hugging and a few walk out. I think they’ll be back, probably just smoking.

Ali’s guy quiz

1)    Day or Night?

2)    Cats or dogs?

3)    Top or bottom?

4)    Favorite song?

5)    Pet Peeve?

6)    Worst fear?

7)    Worst thing about you?

8)    Reason for wanting to date?

9)    Salty or sweet?

10) Would you ever go gay?

11) If so, for who?

12) Medical problems?

13) Are you forgetful?

14) Biggest fault about you?

15) Relationship in family?

16) Do you like popcorn?

17) Have you ever been forgetful?

18) Weirdest place for sex?

19) Who do you usually masturbate to?

David got 15 of 19 correct. I got 10 of 19.

My quiz

1)    Do you get moody on your periods?

2)    How crazy are you?

3)    Do you like to give blowjobs?

4)    Do you workout/what type of exercise do you like and why?

5)    Do you want to get married?

6)    Do you want kids?

7)    Do you like anal sex? (I don’t)

8)    Do you slip a finger in the guy’s ass? (Don’t fucking try it!)

9)    Do you watch porn?

10) What job do you have?

11) Do you eat healthy, why or why not?

12) Wine or beer?

13) Want to travel?

14) ARE YOUR PARENTS CRAZY?

15) What’s your best fantasy?

16) What music do you like?

17) What are your favorite movies?

18) Do I have to make a lot of money?

19) Have you had a THREESOME, w/ a guy or girl?

20) Do you do hard drugs?

21) How would you raise your kid/children?

22) Do you have an STD?

23) Have you been married?

24) Do you like sports, which ones?

25) Can you sing?

26) What is your favorite color?

27) If you pass out drunk can I still fuck you?

28) Can you cook?

29) How bendy are you?

30) DO YOU SMOKE CIGARETTES / do you plan on quitting?

31) How long do you take to get ready on average?

32) How much make-up do you wear?

33) HOW BIG ARE YOUR BOOBS?

34) Do you have a college degree, why or why not?

35) DO YOU HAVE A PET?

36) Do you snore?

37) Do you fart in front of your boyfriend when nobody is around?

38) How old would I have to be to date/marry?

39) Favorite color?

40) Tattoos?

41) Conspiracy theories?

42) DO YOU HAVE ANY, ANY CRAZY EX-BOYFRIENDS?

43) Do you dye your hair?

44) How often do you shave your legs/armpits?

45) How tall are you?

46) What is the most you have ever weighed?

We talk about horseback riding. Bad experiences.

There is now a violin. 1:53 at night. The girl playing it is not attractive but hey… whatever. Haha, just looked over at this kid, he is shamammered; red eyes and all. Ali is 31.

<The worst sex ever! We would be having sex and I didn’t know it. He would say, ‘We’re having sex.’ …half hard half soft… - she came home to break up with him but he made all of her favorite dishes. So she tried to make it work. So at the house where she was bird sitting, <we fucked on her rug, and I still have a scar on my knee. But I had to take charge b/c sex was so hard. So I broke up with him after sex.”

10 Scouts left. 2 guys, 8 girls. They are in the moment.

She now talks about guys who had problems getting hard. <The first two times having sex. After that he was sensational.” – The first guy, “skin knee”/fuck rug “just couldn’t get hard.” Back to the other guy now, <He would cum, but wouldn’t go soft after. I mean it would hurt! – Viagra ladies and gentlemen. Now I have personally had extenuating orgasm where I (being a man) could hold my orgasm for an hour or so. But if man’s cock does not go soft after cumming… Viagra.

<I’d probably sit on that Jewish guys lap. >They’re uncircumcised. No wait, I mean circumcised. They started the trend.

We sing Madona. <I had a whole dance routine when I was a kid. –

I say goodbye to Roman, bar owner. “Send me a post card,” he says. Save’em it’s expensive, I know.

Ali is now back @ the flat. Guy on the stairs passed out. I make toast & Marmite w/ butter. She uses the restroom. Means one of two things or both. She has to pee or wash off her vagina. Vagina because pussy sounds…

Saturday 9^th, Oct. witnessed a drive-by in David’s flat. I was doing push-ups after my run and stretching my back when I heard what sounded like gun shots. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! (da da da da). “Those were gunshots,” I say. He looks at me, “Oh really.” I get up look out the balcony. I see rows of cars honking and driving slowly. Then suddenly the last car, black two door: I see a hand stick out the driver side window. Bang! “_” “_” “_” “_” “_.” 6 shots. I saw a silver ring fire come off the barrel of the gun. Pointed across the street towards buildings, in front of the church to the right. The bullets traveled across the walkway/park area then sailed somewhere. WILD!

So… Sin Bar again. I love this place and it hasn’t got old either. 5 minutes after sitting down with a beer and a cigarette Aron and some other band players walk in. He’s wearing a tie and a nice ass belt buckle. The girl unstraps, lays down, unzips, and… pulls out… her base. Aron has his violin. Guy with black and red checkered shirt, vest over it, black pants, with red boarder strip, white converse shoes, and black top thingy hat; guitarist. They are ready to play. Base girl has a great voice. Woman to my left on the couch is wearing horizontal black and white leggings. Her legs look great. Mostly because she is cute, skinny, and… the fact that it’s dark and I really can’t see her legs. Mysterious. Red head joins in with an 8 string tiny guitar. Yukalaly like; we’ve seen her before. Great voice as well.

The room is dimly lit, band is very good and playing 2 meters in front of us. People continue to walk in. “Outstanding,” David applauds. The hot platinum bartender gives them a round of shots on the house. This place is so comforting,, homey, and perfect. I mean there is a Texas flag hanging up on the wall. Everything is candle lit and there is a projector projecting a fire place on the back wall. People are enjoying life here, and so am I. Everybody in here is around my age, some a little older. And the women are Beautiful.

Aron sat down beside me to talk. I offer him a cigarette; he takes one of David’s so he doesn’t have to roll it. <It’s just easier. – He tells me the washing machine he tried to install keeps leaking water. He has a self-realization. <I can’t put it off either…it’s so depressing b/c… - He talks for another minute then excuses himself to the bar where the band divides the money they collected from everybody.

<bye, keep writing. >Bye. – I tell David >Maybe if I lived here I’d shag her. <Really. >Ya, maybe there’s so much more underneath… Her clothes. – He laughs before I said that line. I told him she had a great voice.

Couples make-out right before we head out. Wow! Butt crack at the bar. Blonde guy with dread locks. Lol.

Mauer Park, karaoke park (walk park). Night ended with everybody singing on stage. Awesome! We are now at White trash, an “institution…” Everybody knows white trash! It’s where David got his tattoo. This place is packed! Every table is taken, the tattoo parlor is down stairs. Sign reads, “Prices vary and change depending on customers attitude.” I order the “Elvis Burger,” he gets the “Fuck burger.”

Fuck half past 9, I’m still drunk.

>She looked really good underneath the candle lit table… I could really put me cock in her mouth. –

David beats me every time! Damn it! <Ya but you beat me at Call of Duty. >That’s a fucking video game David. – GD… I need! to get laid! 6 beers in now.

Las – oons – fick’in

Let’s fuck!

[Lass unns ficken] German

Hamburger Bahnhof Museum <I love to piss off Americans. – Julia says. >There are no stupid questions. <There are stupid questions ^Is that the Iffel Tower…That’s a stupid question. –

Edward Hoffard, painter.

Neue National galerie

Julia’s 2 museums. David and I will visit in December.

Another reason why I must go back home… To solidify my job in Italy next year. I do miss my mother but most importantly, I must grab my belongings. I don’t wanna leave, I LOVE BERLIN. It’s my new home away from home for me! Berlin will be my next home! P.S. Learn German! Julia was perfect, disagreed with everything I said. Good looking and was very knowledgeable. She knows art and is a tour guide, being a bartender is cool too but tour guide is cooler. F’n cool!

We were drunk walking in, now we are high on caffeine. 3 cups later Hermannplatz… going “home.” Berlin is a bar scene! And I know Comrad would accomodate me some how, whether it be working at his bar or finding work elsewhere.

I DON’T WANT TO LEAVE!

I need to brush my teeth. And stop smoking.

I have met and got to know so many people here.

S- train B train towards Hooje Transtarup, Get of @ Danshoj. F – Train Hellerup

Get off Bistehjerd. Go to Bistebjerb

Vesterbrogage street, Rigthside bus stop 6A Bus, going toward Hovedbanegard

A past city square, past city hall.

It’s funny, Ainsley and I are watching “Gossip Girl” and a rumor was spread about some blond having an STD. Rumor spread through Gossip Girl, a website shot to everybody on campus. Anyway, the blond girl sees one of here ex-boyfriends about to go into the clinic on campus to get tested and she asks him “not to go into the clinic today.”  But to “wait until the rumor blew over.” He said he wasn’t doing it for her, he was doing it for someone else. He said, “and she’s a priority right now.”

Ya fucking right! If a guy goes to get checked out it’s because something is on or around his dick. Not to satisfy the thought of not having an STD. Because nobody wants to know if they an STD. And if a guy has an STD he wouldn’t stop fucking, oh no. He would continue grounding and pounding, and if he spread it he would just say, “OMG, I’m so sorry I had no idea. How do I know that you didn’t actually give it to me?” Yep, men; @ least most men, not all. An STD wouldn’t keep a guy from having sex. Only his dick falling off would stop him.

When in London go see “Avenue Q.”

Watching “One Tree Hill” reminded me of Jacob Taylor. Lol, instead of studying Ainsley watched, wait wait… slept then watched TV, or I should properly say Shows on the Internet. Now we are across town (Copenhagen) at a Franklin & Marshal housing. Cooking pasta, salsa, eating chips and avocados, bread with garlic, olive oil and balsamic. Everything else is cooking right now. The bus over here was packed! Shoulder to shoulder, butt to nut! I brought the bread & wine for the shin-dig. Bread was/is a big hit. The wine was cheap, 39.95 Kronnas for a 150cl, divide by 5 and it’s $8. Power just went out in the kitchen. A girl just walked out dragging her charger that’s connected to her Mac. She had short black spandex shorts on, her butt looked nice! The girls behind me talk about running and boxing. “My body is so sore.” “Running I just feel my muscles getting worked.” Lol, these girls are young, educated, and silly. Conversation is not on my level but what is on my level.

“She’s a dip shit, did you know that.” They’re talking about this girl that doesn’t shut up in art class. The girls are debating what to do about the food. Power’s out. The girl with the cute spandex is now walking around with a towel on, no clothes! Awesome! I love power being out. The girls cannot store the food because it will go bad. Ainsley shows her tattoo, to the right and underneath her right boob. “I love your love the most,” in French. She describes the pain, she say women have really high pain tolerance. >Lol, what!? That’s a stereotype! Why because you have kids(not personally have them, women in general). <Ya. – Just because you go through pain doesn’t mean you tolerate it easier. And women are given large amounts of PAIN KILLERS! Come on girl.

Ah that’s cute. A couple passes by holding hands on their bikes’ while riding. <That’s what they do here instead of walking and holding hands, they ride bikes.” – It’s so rue.

60 Kronnas, all you can drink till 1 in the morning. It’s 11:45, we’ve been in line for 15 minutes and moved 5 meters.

I MUST CHUG! KULORBAR right below FITNESS WORLD. “I can’t wait to sleep in tomorrow,” Ainsley’s friend (girl) says. “Wait shit, tomorrows Friday, FUCK,” said while softly closing her eyes in between words. She is drunk, but not wasted.

Oh shit I’m time traveling. 12:30, 8 beers in. Sssshat!

11 beers later, I’m @ McD’s. Double cheeseburger. Bus arrives in 20 minutes. Ainsley burps and howls, obviously horny. She has a test tomorrow, Nordic paper to write too. She is waiting for Will to make a move. I don’t think he Will. Haha get it, he will, Will. Anyways… I just peed down the McDonnald’s trash shoot, 2ice. This place is dirty down stairs. Upstairs is closed off. Will is here now, holding Ainsley in his arms. Now he’s disappeared outside. Weird, and very interesting! We are waiting for the 6A bus. It was 26 minutes, now 11 minutes. Now 6 minutes, 2 double cheeseburgers and a half  big thing of fries later, 9 minutes now, not 6, DAMN!

Will did spin class at “6AM this morning.” “Will you need to grow a pair of balls,”  Carlie said to Will. There are now Canadians, fuck. We make the bus. 3:03 in the morning. Ainsley’s going to hook up w/ Will here pretty soon. >Just let it happen, see what happens. <Okay Dr.Love.

City culture event. Hot girl wearing a cute pin shirt, blond hair, hot. Was on a bike passing through but had to stop due to cross walkers. That’s right she had to stop b/c of me. Great panty shot, green; perfect legs. Standing in line to parliament building now. Where G20 summit was. There is an ice sculpture to our left. It’s awesome. We just made our own pancake with this long metal spoon thing that you hold over the open fire. I burnt my finger spreading the sunflower oil. Some guy is brewing and selling “koffee” out of his tiny one-seater van. >Let me finger that. <No (weird face) >Come on I wanna taste your jam <Okay – She takes my finger and places it in her jam hole. God I love pancakes. Raspberry, tasty.

Women leave their baby’s (infants) at the side entrance as they walk around the ruin into parliament. Well not really, just the strollers. Tiny Asian man behind me keeps bumping me. I swear his hand just brushed up and down my butt to mid-back. Horny Asian, that’s what happens when you limit the amount of women in your country. People wear mittens, pshhh. I woke up drunk this morning. It’s funny, the bouncer last night looked at me then my ID. <Al Qaeda >What? <Al qaeda – I crack a smile and think about doing a hall la la la la with my tongue. >Lol, no – He allows me in after I say >Tourist not terrorist. – The statues engraved in the walls have spikes protruding from them. Pigeon pokers, fuck’n pigeons!

We’re on a ferry touring around Copenhagen, free. I can see on Ainsley’s face that she is in a deep depressive thought. They (girls) talk about the sausage exchange building. I ask >Sausage exchange? <Stock exchange. – Oh, haha oops. These kids are hungry. And make it well known. As sweet as these girls are they act like starving cats when hungry! Rawl, hiss, and possibly scratch. Haven’t got to the scratching yet. They were just pointing and saying which hotel their parents have stayed at. Must be nice. Opera fest, I hear. “Opera house.” Now, I know they have been talking about the opera houses this whole time but I could have sworn I heard opera fest. She laughed. Damn selective listening. They discuss prices and what not. Nutcracker comes up later. Next stop off the ferry is the (ta’da) opera house.

Guy with narly ponytail looks out at our ferry from his houseboat. Our ferry makes loud noises slowing down. Cool boat dude. One girl has never heard of a houseboat. They are all along this canal.

By the way beers in Copenhagen are as expensive as beers in Switzerland. $12 for a fucking pint. Damn dames!

I do enjoy Ainsley’s company.

Kid writes in book”

“When I’m bored I should be dead.” Michael Morgan, Kopenhagen Oct. 2010

I now posses book again

I’m at a bar “The Moose,” 2 guys 1 girl just went into the toiletten. Hmmm. I have to piss. One cute girl with companion are to my left. Danish girls, alright. Danes are hot but this city is expensive. Fuck, otherwise it would be perfect. Here with Ainsley, Will, 2 other guys and 2 other girls. One… my turn.

Ainsley and Will take to the bartender “Victor,” AKA I don’t remember his name though out the night, offered me his coffee to drink. It was good. Smoke room in the back was full of hot Danes, with no windows. That’s where we met Victor. DISD kid from CU is named Michael, kid w/ quote, cool kid. 5 girls to my left are HOT! I wonder if they like mustache rides. I’m tipsy, Yeah.

Ainsley writes:

We are at a bar called Moose. I am basically drunk but having a great time! Who knew life could actually be fun after such heartaches. Brandon, AKA, you, is drunk, that makes two of us. Enjoy Denmark, it’s great & so happy he is hear. Beats being depressed. So thank you Brandon Palmer. You have saved me from myself.

- She signs it with a heart.

Zaragota (Seattle of Spain)

Madrid > Malerane, Four Towers

These Spaniards loved me, 3 guys, 1 girl. They took Ali’s and my survey.

We get back 3 AM. Blond girl on bus is talkative, I fall asleep. Fuck McDonnald’s, so good though. We walk by Will’s. Ainsley is gonna get some, hopefully. He crashed his bike 6 different times, lol. He ran into a cross-guard and a barrier. <I should have been arrested. – It reminds me of Hilary Cornell. I go back, pull down my pants, look over at Ainsley who just walked out if the bathroom. Her pants are down too, we laugh. She leaves to go back to Will’s room. I fart, eat a bowl of cereal, and now my tutor from CU in 2007, Spanish Language course, is trying to gay chat with me. I like girls not guys damn it.

Here’s how it is:

<Hi, thanks for the compliment… How’s it going? When can I chat with you? When can we do skype? Can you web cam? >My skype is shit, it doesn’t work. I’ll have to talk to you when I get back to the states. I look forward to it though. <When will you be back! I miss you a lot… do you miss me? – Now he is a foreigner, I think he is just a sweet guy… Until now, after what he says. I am so fucking naïve. >Always, you never have to ask that. I’ll always miss you friend. Jan. 11^th I’ll be back. <Oh… I see we both online… want to chat now? Have some time? >I must poop, but sure go ahead. <Lol, that’s what I was expecting you to say… you always have to poop when we talk, lol! Any news about your travels. >Should be somewhere next week. Back to the states in Jan. <Do you yahoo chat or MSN? >Nope, just Facebook. <Gotcha… have you found any European girl to be attracted to you? >Oh ya, Berlin. The Dutch here like me. <Guys? >Girls, they love how tall I am. <Really? And how big and thick you are also? Lol >Exactly <Is it true? Have they tried yet? >Not yet but maybe later. <But is it true? Or just joking? – This is where I finally succumbed to my conscience state. HE’S GAY! >What? <I know you tall, lol… but what about you being thick and big? How do they know if they haven’t tried yet? >It comes with the territory <what you mean >I’m from Texas – Fuck, I’m going to sleep. I hope Ainsley gets fucked by Will. She deserved some lov’n. <So all Texans are tall, with big and thick packages? Is that what you mean. >most – Wow, get this <so now that you are faraway and alone… have you been putting those tools to good use? – Closure >yes sir I have. Hey I’m falling asleep. I’ll have to talk another day. Good to hear from you my friend. – I logout. Goodnight all. I need water!

Jacek Edinburgh Oct 29^th.

Write a book. Women in War. Using seduction, mirage, weakness, and sex as weapons. Warriors young and old. Young ones are decoys. Old ones fight to die in battle.

Try to transition from conscious to unconsciousness. Keep the mind active during sleep with control over conscious and unconsciousness. When gong to sleep stay focused on thought control, awake during sleep.

Write a book based on the structuralized society based on the “Republic.”

There is unity where there is community of pleasures and pains.

rominagrosse@aol.com

Romina Grosse, on a Giraffe.

This girl had the largest button on her scarf <I got it in New York. – Design a Big 4 button shirt with the button she had. Top button will act like  bow tie, stylish.

Flight info:            CPH-LHR

Terminal 2             Recorder locater 3QQSXS

Copenhagen to Heathrow            14:00

Arrive @15:00

Change planes. 2hr45min layover

Flight BA0815

Hostel in Glasgow is Alba Hostel

6^th FifthAvenue, Glasgow, Scotland, 44 (0) 1413342952

Located behind Esquire House, Weatherspoons. Anniesland Crosse (rail station) walk east along Great Western Road, travel under the railway bridge. You will see EsquireHouse Wetherspons on you right, turn right on to Fifth Ave. First building on the right

Heathrow – Intercom announcement, woman’s voice. I’m sitting in an egg chair, leather. Woman next to me gives me no hope. Eh, she’s not that attractive. Anyway, intercom announcement went like this “Baggage unattended will be removed and destroyed.” Lol, fucking Brits.

3 Bank Street

Glasgow, G12 8JQ

Tel: +44 (0) 1413377000

Backpackers, go tomorrow, speak with Dianna. Check email for confirmation.

Glasgow events:

Univ. of Glasgow: cello & piana (free)

@ 1:10-2, Oct 28^th in concert hall

O2 ABC Friday Tonight @ before 11:30 night, free entry or House Party @Lena’s. Get there at 10 for Lena’s

Saturday 4- 5 afternoon Main Hall, Napiershall Street Centre, 39 Napiershall St. G206EZ

Sunday 24th  12-4 afternoon, Hidden Garden, 25a Albert Drive, G41 2PE

Monday, identities in bme communities

Sunday @ Glasgow Film Cinema 24^th 3 o’clock, free movie “Prayer for Bobby” & Demons @ 8 at night

Lenonia Brenner

Forchstrasse 166

8032 Zuerich

Switzerland (mayo)

Greatwestern, Right on Belgrave Terrance, the Left on… Turns right and becomes, Oakfield Ave. Left on Glasgow St. Left onGreat Kelvin Ln. Destination will be on Right

Places to see next time I’m in Scotland

Loch Lamond

Skye

Abernethy Forest

Glen Affrid

Beinn Eighe

Knockan Grag

Glasdrum Woud

Most of the drinking water in Glasgow comes from Loch Katherine, 26 miles North of Glasgow. A great place to fish.

Loch Lamond is the largest expanse of fresh water in Britan

Lena Kolbe Couchsurfer

Flat 2/2 54 Scott Street

G36PR Glasgow

Phone 0781 77 90 953

From Blue Sky Hostel: Take Anniesland to Charing Cross Railstation

“Suck on my titties like you wanted me call’n me all the time like,” Peaches plays right now. Bluesky Hostel, I got a job here for one week. It’s 22^nd. I go to Edinburgh on the 28^th. I am staying in the dungeon @ Bluesky. With James, Monte, and Igor. I start work tomorrow @10:30 in the morning. Changing bed sheets. Easy! The reception girl is cute. I resist temptation, or I should say, lost!

I talk to Monte. He works 4hrs a day, 5 days a week here. <I got another job at a pub bartending. >How much money in tips do you make a night? <5 pounds >What? <Ya, It’s not like the states. >Ya I have friends that are waitress that make their living off tips. <Tits >Lol, ya… Tits. – It’s true though, women. He tells me his cousin, beautiful girl, works in New York waitressing, living off tips. Monte is Australian, he’s been traveling since May. Working as he travels, originally Bulgarian.

Walking in the rain, use the water as a reflexive image for taking pictures. Night time or cloudiness. Close aperture and slow down shutter and vice-verse. Manual and/or AV. Focus camera down and use direct view as well. Cars, people, nature, animals, architecture, etc… Go by EdHardy store, mannequin in window w/ mirror.

I’m walking home in the rain, BlueSky Hostel. I hear a guitar. Familiar tune, tone, and rythm. Man with mounted umbrella on his back, red jacket, classical guitar. He plays Stairway to Heaven. Speaker to his right, covered with blue tarp. I’m in front of the Glasgow Corner Concert Hall.

I see James, the 3rd roommate. I meet Igor later. All of these guys are very nice. James makes models and paints them, a game similar to Dungeons and Dragons, roll playing. He paints tiny models of… well… they look like scary looking killer Turkeys. He wears cool slippers. They are Big, Soft, and Shaped & designed like Converse shoe’s. Cool dude. And Igor he is a computer tech guy. He’s been working on and off in Scotland for 5 years. Working at the Hostel for 7 months now. He is wearing artic camo fatigue trousers, white T-shirt covered with a pull-over. He is skinny, very skinny.

INDRA 07511074618

Indra Migule

Indra@tellus.lv

Facebook/couchsurf

Apater3caldonian.ac.uk

Monte just told me, “Ya every time they play Eagle Rock it’s customary to strip… your pants off. Ya, whenever it’s played in Australia everybody drops their pant’s on stage…” >Lol, oh ya huh. We should play that song now. <I’m not gonna take my pant’s off… I’m not gonna do it mate. – Lol, Aussies

At this bar called “The Garage.” 2 shots in. Trying to get buzzed. Shot gunned a beer and drank one on the way. Damn Igor, said I could drink on the street. NOPE! Got denied into EasySleazy b/c bouncer saw me drinking beer outside, said it’s illegal. Would have let us in, Fuckers!

“I’m tipsy mate!” Monte

So, once again… assertive!

Drunk on the Dance floor

Party in the parking lot

Pigeons for breakfast

I’m a man with needs

If I’m not having sex

I’m looking at porn

Crisis in Dem.

Ronald Dahl, Author

Gin with orange & vodka orange

I point out the window @ Hostel Glasgow.

> Look people already dressed upppppp… Oh wait… They’re just Indian people. –Oops.

After winning at Belote, I go to the computers by the front desk and start to log into accounts. I look out the window to my left. I see a man, no woman, no no tall skinny man short cut-off blue jean shorts, short skimpy low cut sleeveless shirt (with tiny B-cup tits). I stare, she, I mean he looks at me and stares while walking then wrinkles his face and flips me the bird all angry. No disrespect but you’re the spectacle that can’t get rid of his testicles, so don’t get angry at me for being confused as to what you are. You are the one attracting attention to yourself.

“I feel like destroying things here.” Jacek. “No, no,” I say. “They are not Germans.” Jacek is Polish, natural instinct.

Hot wine, out of a huge circle vegetable boiling pot, is being poured. Reminds me of Sangria, except in an English hot tea style. If you think about it the alcohol hits your system faster. I hear the word “stereotypes” in the background..

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Lilly Allen, “Fuck you.”

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“Everything is smeared.”

<Can you see anything.

>So you’ve had a dog before. <I’m not a virgin.

James does magic tricks, “Pick a # btw 1 and 20.”

<Who are those people? >I don’t know. I only feel it’s customary to say goodbye since I saw them earlier and said hello. –

I had to mix tea with the 80 Proof. “Sailor Jerry.” Damn Todd drinks some hard liquor. I say this as he is passed out in the armchair in front of the entrance to the lobby of the hostel. He said earlier, “Man I ate to much.”

Rule #1 Anthropology:

1)    Must completely observe with no bias. The subject must not be judged or discriminated. Otherwise, emotions control opinions and takes concentration away from observation. (I say this yet I am drunk as I write this, well not drunk but…

“Road to Fallujah” Doc. Movie

“I’m an alcoholic around alcoholics,” Todd says as he opens the lobby door, facing the door speaking to the attractive German/Palestinian girl while reaching for his beer that’s on the front counter, with a cigarette in his mouth.

I walk down stairs to piss… Silence. Black, with some red lights shining on stage. Single vocalist. Well… Bathrooms are in the hallway, first drunk mistake of the night.

Run into one of the Aussie girls, she’s sleepy. Down stairs will do that to you, darkroom.

#2 Don’t walk into womens restroom. Again! (Second mistake of the night).

Ian 8^th or 9^th

07999437120

Clubs

CABERAT VOLTALE
BONGO CLUB
Fcoma    PELISSIER, French

EXAN    LEXVA, Mexican

01/10/10

<You think I brought you back here to strip you from cloth to cloth. – We are about to do coke <I would never do coke alone. ^January. – It’s the last time Monte did coke. It’s been years for me. <That’s just guacamole – Guatemala, where’s he’s from. This guy wants to fuck Monte! He’s a liar. Saying whatever it takes to fuck, so he gives us coke. His pupils are HUGE! <I got to finish my engineering degree. – He got deported from (09), back to Hawaii. “Mom I’m stranded in Hawaii, can you…”

“Just enjoy your life,” I say as he starts a line of coke.

EasySleazy

“Everyone has the right to an adequate standard of living. Article 25. UDHR

“Universal Declaration of Human Rights”

Article …  Everyone has the right to freedom of opinion & expression… this includes the right to seek information & ideas.

Amnesty International

Article 15, Everyone has the right to a nationality

UDHR, All are equal before the law

Headline of Metro (news paper ), “Girl gives birth at the age of 10.” ‘The girls mother told us she lived with her boyfriend in her home country.’

<Why is there first aid? >Eh, you never know. <So why aren’t there condoms everywhere – Lol. >Eh, you never know

Belgium – Brussels

Rome

Austria – Vienna

Czech-Prague

Free walking tour

325 million, Edinburgh was the center of equator

Extinct volcanoes in Scotland

Tail of volcano (Royal Mile), the street we are on. Only a few hundred feet long.

Tour guy is a good storyteller. John Knox, “Crime against nature for any woman to be in power.” Lol, 1702. Wise man.

Nov. 5^th James 6^th Scot King, James 1^st English King, same guy

Bond fire night

13 of the plot, Guy Fox, head leader. Plan to blow up parliament.

House of Lord

Lord Montigue

Started trick or treat

It’s raining. It hasn’t stopped in 8 days.

We’re going to see a bond fire. Asians are everywhere. There are a lot of Asian women. Apparently this is where they smuggles their baby girls.

Mochachico

1/18

Salmond Place

EH7 5ST

07501912153

London Road

Left-side of ride, pass many shops and churches, Polish food shop called The White Eagle, right before there will be steps and rows of houses. Look for sign down stairs says SALMOND PLACE

In spitting distance of Eastern Place

Left at Queens street

Right @ Broughton St.

Left on to Leithwalk

Round about onto London Rd.

Left @ Mayfield Pl.

Right @ Rossie Pl.

Rossie turns Right & becomes Carlyle

“Our Tragic Universe,” by Scarlett

“The Lover,” by Marguerite Dumas

Scottish people can be assholes, not all but mostly the drunk ones. Good! Somebody has to teach them a lesson. #1 If drunk, never fight a sober man. #2 Unless an experienced fighter, never fight anyone bigger than you. #3 Don’t be such an asshole.

Kayten Ash

“American Gods,” by Neil Gailman

Down in The Cave, death metal band plays. Love the guitarist, especially the guitar solos. Cost 3 pounds go into the Goth Club part so fuck it, no thank you. I’ll go to the Pole Pit after this and get Ms.Palmer to pole dance, hopefully. She looks good, being the guy I am, I am horny and her ass looks nice. Be assertive, beard or no beard. Maybe fucking another writer strengthens my writing abilities. I think it will! Report later. Another scientific survey.

Kunta Mora

-       Bone Church

-       St Barbara Church

Youtube – Ghetto workouts

YT Cows with Guns. w//lyrics

22:50 Should we go. Yep

Edinburgh Airport: security tried to X-Ray my film. >No it will expose the film <No sir, British security have done many tests and assure you it does not ruin film >You will not put my film through an X-Ray machine. It will expose my film< British security has the finest machines. We have done many tests. It will not ruin your film >Look, you guys have told me this before. And my film was exposed. –Some woman comes by. ^I’ll get the supervisor. Guy pats me down, then gets the hand held metal scanner. He does not like me and continues to tell me the X-Ray machine will not harm my film. They take my film >Do not put my film through the X-Ray.

They hand check them, then do a little swam then give them back and apologize for having to do so. I win. Because they did not expose my film through the X-Ray machine.

Two men in uniform at Amsterdam airport carry automatic weapons. One of the guys has a scruffy face, handsome, guido look-a-like. Other guy, taller, plumper, not ugly. They pass me, eyes on me. The one (Guido) has his finger on the bridge by the trigger (1/2 inch away from trigger). I want to scare him. What if I sneezed. He’d shoot his foot off.

My hostel is next door to Jacek’s hostel. “hey, look dicks.” Dicks are in the window. “Live Porn Show,” in neon Pink. We just rounded the corner of Red Light District. Guy drops glass 6oz coke bottle, bounces on it’s side and lands bottle top up, complete up-right. Women in glass rooms are fucking HOT! It’s only when I’m not paying attention to them when they want my eyes and dirty mind pouring wet on them. I support working women.

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^Smoke break, who wants to go outside… This guy is a barbarian. – Todd was referring to Jacek. Jacek is drunk. I think just Jacek and I are the only one’s drunk here. Except I know how to disappear. Once I see that I am driving to fast over the speed limit I slow down. I don’t like to crash and burn. I live for awkward moments and Jacek is making me happy.

Marks says I look like “Charles Bronzen,” the notorious prisoner in the U.K.

Jacek is cleaning out his backpack. He goes everywhere with this thing. Everywhere! It is like his treasure chest and until now I have not know what is inside. He shows me his blood donor book, it is packed. He gives so, so much, half a liter every time. He gives so much blood that the donor bank gives him gifts and rewards. “Chocolate… mostly.” He then proceeds to pull out handful after handful of change. Franks, Kronnas, Euro, Israeli, and Pounds, mostly Euros. And two sowing needles. >Why do you have needles in your bag? <Whaaaaaaat, you don’t. – In a Polish accent. >No. - I ask him if he’s been to Israel. <No. – With big eyes <I knew a guy. –

Mark uses the word “eccentric” to describe Jacek.

So, Jacek went to secondary school (High School) with 30 people. They took all the same classes together. Jacek begins to eat ketchup from the bottle. He turns the bottle upside down (Heinze) and shakes the ketchup into the lid and begins to lick. First by fingering the lid then licking the lid itself. He sure is a spectacle right now.

Ghost tour

Charles 1^st Decapitated

Talks about torture

We see the German-iron Glasgow

Talks about Maggie, the… was hanged. She was found in coffin 2 days later alive by the grave digger. Live more than 40 years. Considered a God.

“had their private parts cut off…burned it…had their hands cut off, of course they didn’t need them anymore.”

Dr.Jekyll & Mr.Hyde

Compulsive Gambler

Lock Smith, made keys then robbed houses

Broddy was his name

3 times to hang him

40,000 people

39,000 were women

He designed gallies

Failed the 1^st 2 times

Black plague

People boarded up in buildings

All children placed in a building

I like this guy, great actor

14 story tent building

10 o’clock, 2wice a day you empty your shit pan

“Guardy woo”

“Howdy you do”

People would stop and get a shower

1701 Scotland lost their independence

He pulled out a what looked like a poop-stick and picked it up from the ground

“This way mortals,” he says after every story

Has many volumes in speech

28,1829 Jan

William Burke hanged

William Haire

Body publicly dissected

10,000 watched

Haires sold him out

Davy the ghost

We are now at the bar with the movie theater inside, free. Monster squad is playing. This is where I was two days ago feeling up and making out with Ms.Palmer. Inglorious Bastards was showing. I was just thinking about Monster Squad 4 days ago. Me and Steve Sapian watched it 3 years ago, miss that guy. And when I say making out in the theater I mean one or two sessions that last a total 20 or more seconds. Women, if you don’t know how to kiss a man with a beard then don’t tell him you do. Because there is a special technique, procedure, and posture required. No need to pretend like you know know when you dano.

The Mist now plays. 20 minutes before we go dumpster diving.

We have arrived. Jacek tells me his mother’s theory about drinking. “You should drink and kill as much brain cells as possible in order to kill all the bad brain cells. Only the good ones survive.” – I love this. We are betting on Marines in Europe during WWII. He’s going to lose. He tells me that Marines were not in Europe during WWII.

I like this girl to my right

Paste sauce            Apples

Meet                        Granola

Tomatoes            Hot pepper

Cheese                        Chips

Mushrooms            Lemons

Pasta

Amsterdam Orfeo Hostel

Directions:

-       Take train to Amsterdam Central Station

-       Take trams 1,2, or 5 to Prinsengracht

-       From Prinsengracht make a left, once you stop off the tram (canal should be on left).

-       Then take first right which is Leidsekruisstraat

Address: Leidsekruistraat 14

Nov. 11^th Thursday

Hostel Slotania

Address: Slotermeerian 131

From Dam square

-       take tram 14, stop Plein 40-45

-       From Leidsepien. Tram 7 in front of Cafe. Heineken Hoek, choose the direction to Slotermeer. Stop “Plein 40-45”

David’s friend Anna in Amsterdam. Call Wed Nov 10^th

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Amsterdam    ch. Thank you

The church has tits.

A woman just past saying “big strong man,” referring to a sex show. I guess the man (21 yr old) with some style…

Girl walking by with two girls by both her sides. I saw a mother and a father to her left. The girl was beautiful. I just wanted to meet eyes and tell her with my lips “your beautiful.”

Maoz Vegetarian ch. Fries

Guy tried to rip me off, Aussie failed attempt “ you scared her off.”

I drop a red coated frie  (karma) on their white tile floor, not on purpose

Dirty fingers

Guy showed me directions, “I’m trying to help change Amsterdam’s image.” He was so nice and polite. Then he asked for money.

Charity:

Get a celebrity (like George Clooney) to give up their girl friend’s seat and take a RNG (Random Number Generator) from the ones (girls) that… login to a website/raffle/charity… they escort to their lights, camera, action premier/art show/fashionshow, etc…

ch Fuck ya,

     Get all my close friends, whom are all Don Juans with the ladies. We all get sexed up in fuck’n dirty male stripper cloths and strut down Red Light window girls, and give them a show. We might get laid for free. Ding! That’s a challenge. To get the girl to fuck for free. Better give one sexy fuck’n “Chip and Dale” performance. Swazye not Farley.

Co wins sa dince. Just did a “double take” on my friend the navigator, the guy that wanted some euros for his good deeds. Well, I’m still lost fucker.

Girls bike makes a dying sound while in mid ride, she yells to her friend, “Jill, Jill, Jill, Jill lol…”

We only get infinitely closer to the truth. Imagine climbing up a snail’s shell, like a spiraling staircase. Like the revolving door; only going somewhere.

So life repeats only a little bit more and more closer to the same as before. Or…

Hang dangling

I don’t know what’s more addicting, Ginger snap cookies or cigarettes. New bar plays good music, other bar plays bad music. This bar better. Looks better, smells better, better service, and better lighting

I hate how some guys have to be so threatening. Why, does he threaten you, eye brows softly roll up and down. I just want to piss on guys like that. She laughs. I love being serious.

BARK BARK

BArk BARK BARK BArk

Bark bark bark.

Girl just walked up-beside me, pop lock and dropped, then walked out with her umbrella. Proper girl with great big ass. Her caramel dark skin is sexy, next to her white umbrella. Girl behind me to the left came up to the bar, checked out my looks. Funny though, every girl hates my beard. I am a hero to men, for those who can’t grow a full beard, this is how it looks. Envy and imagine having a flourishing Great Big Beautiful Badass Beard.

My Amsterdam bar would have free organic tobacco, instead or along with tobacco substitute. Honey for people who need it in tea or with cookies. Have free pot night and or free weed cookies. Not only is it fun, it’s great advertising. Wheatgrass shot (organic). And vents to suck up smoke and cycle in fresh clean air.

Write story intro for caveman:

Well shit hit the fan. I want you to briefly imagine me as a leaf frog that jumps in and out of flowers for water. I live in a cave full of natural underground spring water. Problem is, some of the meteors from 2011 Oct 8^th came in as fire tails and ignited the sky. The sky actually caught on fire. Think of burning a napkin watching it flame up fast then slow, then not at all. Whatever the meteor was made of reacted to the oxygen molecules in the sky. Actually it was the Carbon molecules that allowed it to rain diamonds from the sky. You learn to use every part of your body at once, or you die. We can only purely use one thing or thought or pain at once, sometimes in instances.

Half past 5. Time to leave

Anna van Houwelingen