How to be a Great Painter

September 26, 2009 at 10:37 am (Uncategorized)

Darks before Lights.
Colds before Warms.
Tell your mother to fuck off
and your brother to go to hell.
You can forget about your father.
Pack up your shit and move downtown.
Come to terms that every bodies dick is bigger than yours.
Fuck the oldest, hottest, wisest woman in the neighborhood.
Take note how she handles your cock.
That’s how you should handle the brush.

Drink
Fuck
Paint

Listen to Bukowski.
“ avoid credit cards or paying for anything on time.”
Steal the paint from the store.
Steal the canvasses from the college storage rooms.
Stay away from art students.
They believe in grades.
You believe in failure.

Drink
Fuck
Paint

If a woman tells you she loves you she’s just insecure.
Remember her sister?
Forget about her sister, there’s work to be done.
Jerk off everyday.
Avoid women
they only suck up time.
The good ones will catch you between the pulls.
Kick them out when your finished.
Trust me
they like being mistreated.

Drink
Fuck
Paint

Don’t get caught fucking your friend’s girl
Free meals are hard to come by.
So are slutty girls though….
Stay focused man!
There’s work to do.

Drink
Fuck
Paint

Rent the smallest dingiest room.
Look the part.
Possession is Nine Tenths of the Law.
Paint yourself into the corner.
Every bodies at their scariest when they’re trapped.
Fight back!
Your paintings are out to get you.

Drink
Fuck
Paint

Paint big
sensationalism is key.
Anybody who says bigger isn’t better is a coward.
Compensate.
Sensationalism is your Saviour.
It’s gonna get lonely.
Get a cat.
Every body needs affection
even a degenerate painter like yourself.

Drink
Fuck
Paint

Drew Simpson 2009

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My Second Week in Barcelona

September 24, 2009 at 10:18 am (Uncategorized)

In Barcelona when it rains, it por favors.

My first Thunderstorm
Cobble Stone Streets wiped clean
Second Chances
I’m usually hitting my stride rounding 3rd
I’m here to find the man who attacked me
A 4000 Mile Hardy Boy Mystery
No mystery to the Locals
Everyone knows ME here
Looking up is what’s giving me away
Doesn’t really matter how many roles you play anyway
Eventually your gonna get typecasted
Get comfortable with Tourist
You know all the lines so well
And your delivery, marvelous!
Ticket please Senior
One Admission
Nothings truly solved without a confession I guess
Who’s guilty?
The Locals?
The Tourist?
The Airlines?
Your Mother?
The best friend of your high school ex who delivered the bad news?
Uuuurgh
Doesn’t matter
You’ll eventually find someone to pin it on
Wake up
You’re your own worst enemy
Traveled all this way to lose your own Shadow
Eat alone and think about THAT
Si, a table for one coward, por favor
Fuck Hemmingway and his Moveable Feast
I’m forever stuck, eating my own shit

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To the Stewardess who only gave me one beer.

September 18, 2009 at 8:31 am (Uncategorized)

Some say something is better than nothing
and be grateful you got anything at all
The glass is half full and always look on the bright side
God!
I’ve been on a four month bender and this is my first flight
I’m leaving everything and everybody behind
I’m tired dear Stewardess
Of looking back
Of looking forward
Positively Forward Street that has Bullfights, Movable Feasts and Fucking Beers!
Interrupt me half sentence
Disturb me in mid pee
For God’s sake don’t give me one beer than disappear for seven hours
I’m a patient lying down on the couch and I just started opening up
I haven’t even stopped telling the lies yet,
you bitch

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