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The play has started well … I’d forgotten writing … how satisfying it is … it’s up there with painting and orgasms and loud guitars and fast motorcycles and violence. The play has a gimmick … something so brilliant I don’t dare disclose it … not even a hint.

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This is a drawing from 17 years ago.

Just when you thought it was safe to go to church again …

When I was young I had a list of goals which I thought would enable me to gain unassailable power. These included taking over a bank by force, building a solid gold statue of myself, and writing a new testament to the bible. Though I’ve never been sexually abused as a child (as far as I can remember) there was always an innate understanding that those who held a high position in the religious ranks were more powerful than even celebrities and politicians. I never imagined the desire to hold on to power could drive men to muffle so much suffering, to such an extensive rate, for such a long time, so successfully.
As usual, by the time I figure it out it’s too late. I could have joined the club and enslaved half of Eastern Europe by now with complete anonymity. I could have amassed a whole army, developed weapons of mass destruction, built a whole empire, and the worst that would have happened would be that the pope would tell me I couldn’t attend confession anymore.
I should maybe go to Italy and make friends with the pope … I’d be able to get away with murder then. But surely by now it’s too late and the church can’t be allowed so much authority … that’s obvious, right?

Weak in the presence of beauty

Twins have announced a concert for April 16th and 17th in Hong Kong … I’m scheduled to be in New York … the concert is sponsored by Nokia … I just got a new HTC Hero … everything’s going horribly wrong. They’ve given Ah Giu a very safe, pedestrian pop song, http://nowplaying.nokia.com/hk/2010/03/gillian-chung-3/ to advertise their phones. I really love Nokia, and this is my favorite song of all time.

Whatever happened to giving it your all?

Burma is making me so angry … why doesn’t anyone do anything … why don’t I do anything?

All action, no talk

Whilst painting, after exercising, after cooking dinner, after eating, after watching the first 15 minutes of “Flesh for Frankenstein”, after drinking violently, habitual weeping, thrusting violently, making money, self destructing … after tasting, seeing, being touched, listening and smelling … I decided to write a play.

Yin-yang

My heart jumped with joy … when I heard … Cheney had his fifth heart attack.

You want art? We got art (motherfucker).

Baby and I went to the Whitney biennial preview show a couple of days ago. In summary: imagine every two years I compiled a massive pile of dogshit … imagine I invited a group of people to view this pile of dogshit … imagine 98% of the people just saw a pile of dogshit but were too shy to acknowledge it … imagine 2% were in a deeply introspective mood and took the time looking at dogshit to evaluate existence and accomplished something from it.
Personally, all I remember is a pile of dogshit, apart from one piece that maybe I will never forget by Dawn Clements. There were one or two other okay pieces, but I can’t remember them and I won’t expend the energy to drag them out of the memory I have of that miserable experience I had walking around the show.
In summary, it was like wandering through a used CD store … 50 minutes of complete rubbish … with one moment of extreme joy … which encourages you to search through the rest of the trash on offer, only to leave in utter disappointment, but with one gem in your pocket, which made the trip worthwhile.
I don’t blame the second-hand CD stores, they’re just trying to make a buck, but you’d think the Whitney could at least put a little effort into it.

Fevered pitch

In states of excitement various concepts of morality become somewhat less prevalent … in this state we feel … ourselves.

Half man, half hedgehog

Some call it wrong ... I call it progress.

What I do for fun

While song is most charming, theatre is the soul at its most intriguing guise.

Just Like Heaven

I wish I could stay up all night … drawing, spilling semen, listening to music … tumblers of whisky, pastels, wife … art, romance, indulgence … goddamnit it if I don’t hate bedtime.

Boys will be boys

The second last episode of “Paris Hilton’s My New BFF” has been unavailable for the past couple of weeks for some unexplained reason, so between pornography I’ve been watching my 25 DVD box set on WWII instead. My favorite quote so far: “Do you know what it’s like to squeeze a tomato till the juice oozes out of the broken skin? That is what it’s like when you bayonet a German soldier.” Another good one was: “I watched a man next to me take out a photo of his wife and two children and look at it, then he tore it into pieces and shot himself. Then I felt a pistol against my chest, and after a short time passed they still had not shot me … I knew I was not going to be killed, then I felt my new life begin.”
It’s intoxicating … the carnage and the kill or be killed stories. The big strategies and leaders are interesting, but I love the little people, the little people thrust into the lap of the gods … the common man who finds himself in a foreign field, face-to-face with an enemy after months, years, even a lifetime of propaganda training him to believe this enemy is less-than-human. Literally face-to-face, with nothing but a shovel in your hand and a realization that you will die, your family could die, your entire country could be ravaged, raped and enslaved if you capitulate. I love it. Man, Hemmingway was right. I gotta get me some war experience.

Stalin wouldn’t have done this (he never would have done this)

I always thought I would be bigger than this … when I was a kid I thought I would take over the world … lately I just can’t wait till the weekend … I know rich people … people who can do things … billionaires … people who could make it happen … I thought they would have taken me under their wing by now … I should have sucked more dick, or, I should have been more discriminate.

It's okay to be red

I have a friend in China who says there are 35,000 people employed just to scan the internet and block sites that have any content that shows China negatively. He says there are even people who are paid to say positive things.
Just for the record, if you’re out there scanning this, I’ll gladly say anything you like for cash.

The Prince of pop

It’s hard to explain in this day and age … the first time I head “Lovesexy” … so foreign to me … so black … there was a great divide … not theoretically … culturally … your body wanted to dance, but all you had was the Footloose soundtrack at every high school dance. Then Prince came … we were never the same again.

Joke of the week

Two muffins were sitting in an oven. The first muffin said, "It's getting hot in here." The second muffin said, "Holy shit! A talking muffin!"

Monday, 2:40am

Is it the weekend yet?

Somewhat slightly unrestrained

I’ve shifted from drawing to painting. It feels like moving from voyeurism to rape.

The early days

Today’s drawing is too wet to scan.

We’ve been preparing the new official site for Wrong design … I’ve been scanning through old CDs for sample works for the portfolio … the old days … before I had staff … things were different then, in the early days of email … I have backup CDs of email attachments … funny photos … cute puppies, candid shots of local celebrities without their make-up on, suicides, naked women with penises … all sorts of junk that was revolutionary in the early days of email … amazing, I really kept this stuff? I still remember Kenneth … I was complaining the police were closing down illegal pornography shops … quite, unassuming Kenneth … he said “Why not make your own pornography?” … ah Kenneth … good idea … in the early days of affordable video equipment and digital cameras … I’ve been scanning through old CDs … all the fun I used to have … I’d completely forgotten.

A rough guide to New York City

Back from 2 weeks in Old Lady Manhattan. For the uninitiated - New York City: smells of urine, everything is broken, its okay to be clinically insane, community motto: “fuck your neighbor before your neighbor fucks you” … I’m starting to like it there.