Saturday, March 29, 2008

Four texts...

I just got pealed out by an asian lady. I could see the bone in my knee. Had to walk back down and get my cd that went flying and click my own knee into place.

Im not ashamed to say the pain was almost enough to bring tears.

Today was the last day i skate hills. No more ive been carved up enough now.

Three years of bombing comes to a bloody end and i could have been sandwiched between another and my go that would have been messy.

I missed these texts, having my afternoon siesta, after having one of the most epic nights of my life, for several reasons.
Shisha, cigarettes, dancing, drinking and a beautiful lingere model.

That sums up my night. Fucking awesome.

So my artistic inspiration is starting to become more sparce, even though there is so much happening at the moment for me, all i am drawing at the moment is single bubble letters, characters with long necks and cigarettes. I shouldnt smoke, but hell, i kinda look at what it has done to members of my family. My grandad has been smoking for near on 50 years, no smoking related illness at all. I think i might just go on a few short smoking hiatusses, just to prove im not addicted. A weeks break would be good for me anyway.

So anyway ive got a fine from last week, in wanaka, for not wearing a bike helmet. The arrogant pig who fined me decided he was going to fine me because he cared, he didnt want to see me squished on the road. Bullshit, he was just trying to fill his fucking quota, seeing my brains spilled on the road would be an awesome work story, and a little less crime on the streets of dunedin.

Im kinda focussing on the more street art aspect of graff in my canvasses at the moment, tending away from letter form and function, more on characters, drippy ink and tags, then stuff stuck on the top, like ripped up sketches ans hello my name stickers. Fuck illegal stickers, they fade, peel and the colour runs out of them. I put up a whole tonne before i left and im pretty sure the magician tore some of them off, the rest fell off or faded beyond recognition. Its bullshit. Im thinkinng of doing a little more sometime soon, placing them in obscure places and covering them with a few layers of varnish. Mabye also make a few wheatpastes, Find a few hidden alleys and do big paste ups. Thatd be cool.

Im going back to the sketch books. Magician still hasnt replied to my hhnz post, just been rained upon by stupid cats, "Hu Da fUck iz Dis ZookEEpa NigGah?", Yeeh, whatevs, the need to use their noggins, do a little research, go to school perhaps.

Thursday, March 27, 2008



Interweb = Gossip...

Peeper and specter have been making clear for quite a while that the internet leads to nothing but beef. I was quite receptive and just watched what was going on on the internet, and just let it unfold, under the impression that if anything too major happened i could sort it out on the net or in person.
Knowing most of the cities writers by face and having talked to most of them and was starting to feel comfortable about all this, i left to go overseas, helping my friend seabed in a lucrative art, where him and the group i tended towards if anything, had been treated in a degree of impoliteness, in a wall hidden by "the tracks" in some sort of queer factory.
I fixed the wall by painting over the profanities, for the thrill of painting, and as a social experience with my dear friend seabed. We left the wall in good humor, proud of our job and happy to have finally helped out the circle of friends i so eagerly wanted to join on commissioned business , and maybe some not too legal antics around the city.(Or maybe they could teach me how to paint) Any hoo before i left the city, dagger saw me in a shop, after having a chat with him (who at the time i idolized) and telling him what he wanted to hear about the days adventure, i left.

My return saw a new dawn on street art. It started to hit me that obviously couldn't say what i wanted anymore. Anything but the whole truth would lead to people talking behind my back, and seeing my version and the truth aligned, mistook me for a greasy young school kid, who lied to try and by friends, and cried out for attention by loitering in certain shops.
Yeah, true. Fuck that im going to stay a greasy little shit bag. Ill loiter in your shop, just because i have nothing better to do while waiting for a way back home. I don't particularly care what people say behind my back as long as its true. And to be completely honest im disgusted that i made shit up about certain folks, and people may have been under the impression that i ratted on them and sold them out, but i can see how people got that too.
Fuck lying im going to say anything as long as its true.
And thats what i did, but it hasn't seemed to fix shit, but the guilt.
Back when i had respect for the magician, i borrowed a DVD from him. Had it for a long time, then i went away from the city, before leaving, crossing one of the magicians conjurations with my accomplice seabed. No particular reason, just because it was there and seabed didn't approve much because of some run in they had had... coming back to find the magician didn't think too well of me anymore, now only being nice to my face because he wanted his DVD back, yeh, i could agree with that.
OK, got your DVD, ill give it back and we will be square.
That day on the way to the place all the skaters skate, and painters paint, looking out the window at a place i had once been, i saw a dirty yellow line through my alias.
FUCK... Two faced cunt, what should i do, return his DVD, then hes got no reason not to shit on me, he can and he will if he has nothing to loose.
Gar. What a kerfuffle.
maybe specter can shed some light on this... Casual conversation with specter reveals this boy has issues with the magician too. The magician had taken something of specters and not returned it, and deliberately lost contact with specter.
Thats no good i thought to myself. Specter asked me whether the fabled DVD was with me, yeh it was, and with very little persistence, i gave the DVD straight to specter, hoping my friend could come to an agreement with the magician and they could get their belongings back.
This would work fine if the magician listened to me and maybe arranged a pow wow with specter. Not that im angry at this stage at the magician, seeing i have been a bit of a cunt, no scrap that, if some random fucking kid stole my DVD and gave it to somebody i felt uncomfortable talking to id be mad too.

I don't think the magician has seen the resolution yet. Speak to ghosts and cool shit happens.
No need to escalate any of this, once an agreement has been met, both of you might be able to get your stuff back.
But instead the crucifying continues, its now at a point that i had to change my profile, yet to see that go down too. Fuck im sick of this, soo much crap going on.
After several weeks of an absence of the magician, i find myself taking to peeper more and more, finding out all the interweb is good for is gossip, and that beef is for cows. Peeper is my most trusted friend within this subculture i am now embellished in and this nothing against him, but i think i find a strange attraction this computer thing. When people hurriedly walk away from you in the streets, you can catch up to them on this site, thus helping my cause lots. The main reason zookeeper is on this website isnt because he is an emotionally charged teen, seeking attention over the internet, but to show the most honest recollection of this series of events from my understanding.
Yeh, i fucked up real bad before. Mainly just didn't realize how severely people would react to you sticking up for your friends. Whatever. maybe the magician believes he is obliged to destroy grommies before they start to look promising. Zookeep tried, magician didn't listen.
Daggers stab you. Daggers look really pretty but if you play with them they cut. Magicians are too busy vanishing, pulling vermin out of hats to resolve problems in their secretive world. They involve people in their tricks. Some loose units probably have reason to dislike you, but turn the other cheek and have realized there is no more fuss with this silly little school boy. Then sicks come to the city and the first thing they do probably listen to people around them and start beef.
The old place where skaters skated, had graffiti in the big spoon, that had no reason to be crossed, especially by sicks. What the hell man, why did you do that, reason?

So lately i grew tired of of this magician, but the zookeeper has only stumbled into the night twice with any intent of trying to make the magician disappear, returning to his shack to feel guilt, not sweet revenge. Once was taking a chosen walk through the city in a bad mood, the other was pouring dulux over a few letters that were in the way of my eyes and the pirate bear.
Poor hungus, he deserved not of this. Then there was a time in the day where me and seabed went to cavybridge, and beat some shit up with mops. It woulda stayed if a caption hadnt been added, and if the bridge wasnt so obviously just a beef hit.

I dont want to eat beef for the rest of my life. As i said once before i WILL stop this capping madness, but why would i do a thing like that if its not changing my situation one bit, and im still getting magicked upon.

I better go to bed now because mummy says i need the sleep and that my bedtime should be changed back to 7:30 because im grumpy when i come home from school. But really its just me being naughty and making blogs untill two in the morning. Hope somebody can get some truth out of a schoolboys English assignment. Anybody want to mark it. Non- fiction.

ZooKeep. Fuck im tired.