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It all started in Cambridge. Since my college was a bit
junky, I wandered into some random college and took some self
portraits faster than the porters could say "Yoa lek lok on
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| In preparation for chillin with Chivon later that
night, I decided I should throw up some gang signs in front of
Kingīs College so that I didnīt slip up in an important situation. Some guy called me a wanker, but can you blame him? |
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I met Chivon and her homies at Tery Aki for some soy beans and soy
bean derivatives. The guy at the table next to us was making
an oragami dodecahedron (aka bigass spiky ball out of paper).
I didnīt know whether to approach him as an artist or a mideivel
warrior, so I combined the two. |
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| Seeing as how I had worked so hard last night on
packing, Natalie offered to give me a ride to the airport the next
morning. I actually did stay up all night packing, but I still
couldnīt avoid the not ready on time fairy, and when Nat-dawg got
there, she just helped me pack. For this, amongst other things,
she wails on like umpteen guitars and an accordian. |
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First night in Barcelona I met some doped up kids who I think were
from Leeds or another one of those cities thatīs in England.
The girl on the right secretly planned on buying los drugos, and drug me
along
with her without telling me what she had planned. She scored some hash from a 12 year old kid through
an intricate "yell-up-to-the-balcopny throw-some-hash-down
system." Very impressive. They forgot to teach me about that in university. |
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| Gaudy. What can I say to you master of
architecture? This chapel looks like a drip castle. I think
Gaudy was sitting on the beach dripping mud through his fingers when
he was 2 and thought, Iīd like to worship Jesus from within this
pile of mud. |
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I guess some of the intricate carvings in the side of the drip
castle would have taken some fancy pails and shovels to make, not
just mud drippings. |
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From one of the highest parts of Gaudyīs park, Barcelona was
reduced to a sea of tranquility. But because of the trees on
the left and right I couldnīt help but feel like I was a peeping
Tom peering through the bushes onto tranquil beauty. Oh Barcelona, if you had skin it would be a mile deep and as brown as tan as the women you encompass. |
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| Back on Las Ramblas, the main drag through Barcelona,
the alien street performer tried to bend my mind like morning wood
while lying on oneīs stomach. My mind would not bend, and I
did not contribute any Euros to his fund, but I did like the
performance which included robotic sound effects when the
aliemonstrasaur moved its joints. I prefer to give money to
performances I hate. I just like it that way. |
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A big day of Picasso and Gaudy had drained my stomach like a quick
tug on a tampon string. Luckily I stumbled upon a Vegan
paradice where I was served tofu, guacamole, fresh squeezed zumo de
manzana, and some other hippy shit. |
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| The interior decoration made me want to shoot rainbow lazers (spell it like it sounds or answer to me)
out my nose. Preferably the lazers will hit a careful assembly of mirrors bouncing helter skelter pogo, and there will be a few smoke machines if possible. I am seriously considering doing my room this way
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A visit to Barcelona is just not pure without a visit to el museo
erotico. For one Euro you can ride this replica of a Spaniard like a
merry go round pony. The warning recommends children be under
adult supervision (Iīm not joking, it says that). See the movie (4 MB AVI. Wait a minute for download.) |
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| To be sarcastic for a second, I really thought that
some of the depictions of sexuality at the erotic museum were
gyrating to the rhythm of perfsexion. Very pure and romantic
at times. Iīm not sure why the girl in the upper right has
tanks coming out of her, but I can respect that. |
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Meaningless comments: I met a kid from Milan who is having an 18th birthday
party with his parents out of town. He offered to house my
junk on that night. You are all invited to come along probably.
Did you notice the intricate shirts/shorts color switch I pulled
half way through? You canīt see my shorts in the second half, but
if you could they would be orange. If I redo the page with a
"director voice over" that is the kind of thing I would
mention.
The end of action alive report from Barcelona. I am relly really sorry that thatīs all I have for now. I am in Marseille right now. I did an alive report from Julien Court. You can look forward to that next time. My
dawg ate my camera. I will see you on the flip side of hell. |
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