This morning, I woke up at 12 pm, like usual (these days I have a rhythm fucked up), and thought about how all the Universe is perfection, and how came we were lousy isolated persons, what we have to do… how even that, our state, was perfection… It was cool, but I had to hurry up, cuz this girl had to come at 2.30 pm. She’s the girl in charge of the exhibitions in the big town around here. I ate, cleaned, and removed all the dust from my paintings, and put them in a room for her to see. I was ready when she knocked on my door. I opened, tried a smile -lousy style- and then I was embarrassed, I just shacked her hand, and said “Come in!”. She said “what a lovely tiny village you have here!”, I said “Ooooaah? Reeeally?”. Then I asked her “Do you need anything, do you want a drink?”. She hesitated, but chose a little coffee. I made that, and then I pictured to myself I will be here like a dumb guy, waiting and watching her drinking her coffee … so I said “Oh well, I will take a little one too…”. But I drank it a little bit too fast, and I burnt my tongue. She saw the paintings. She talked about how one tall photograph there made to her a strange and nice effect. She understood the connection between the paintings and the photos, she liked the whole thing, and proposed me the greatest thing I could have dreamt of: an exhibition in January 2003 in the so nice Culture’s House. “Damnit, I thought, life is kind with me, these days…!”… Even Zao Wou-ki have had an exhibition there…! And probably lousy assholes too… ah well. I thanked her, she smiled, I said “It’s kind” she said “No no, great work!”… Then, leaving, “Thanks for the coffee”… things like that.

Now I need to yell or something… She told me too about a gallery that needs young artists in another city… that’s cool. But I’m not so excited either, I didn’t want so much a thing like that, that’s nice, I’m happy, but also I will have to do a lot of works, to set all the photographs in a big size… *sigh* grimace* Anyway, I feel a lot of energy crackling in me… I could give one thousand hugs…

It’s my parents that will be so happy about news like that… But they left today for Japan. I’m gonna email my sisters.

Oh… about freedom (as an opposite to social life I mean… kinda… oh forget!) you should read in Plexus, at about 100 pages from the end, Claude talks about that, total freedom, in the most powerful and complete way… This teenage knew so much…! Even his destiny!… Feels good to read. (Henry Miller)

I’m listening Noir Désir, it goes (and I am yelling with, trust me):

Get out leave me alone

And have a nice day asshole

Listen and seeeeee

Don’t try it with me… And then:

So come on

Stop

I fuck you

Shut up

I’ll kill you

Fuck off

You always drive me crazy

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I’d need a little skull massage right now…Oh Kimbo, please, please…

For celebrating, I put a picture: my foot in the sky…