Tag: streetart

There can never be more between us than there is just now
I do think I carried things off rather well
There was no one around to share the joke with
Someone might be listening
It’s because she’s never seen anyone like you
People worried about the usual small things, which to them were big things
He doubted he would ever write anything of lasting value
You don’t believe such women exist?
You guys continue to amaze
Mumbling quietly to himself, he slowly raised his hand
That could get keep him in power a long time
I’m here, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere
Realizing that life is short and brutal
I was a bad girl trying to be good
There’s no way you’re going to get a quote from us
He does not want to fail; he cannot afford to fail
It can’t stay open. I have a good life
He wasn’t angry about going home anymore
You wore too much eyeliner, but you were so pretty!
It seemed like it would be cheating to use words
There had been some kind of infraction; she was certain of that
This moment might never come again
Since when did you take an interest in sports?
He praised everything except my physical beauty
It always makes me nervous when a woman intervenes
Are you okay?
Time and again, people rushed by and ignored her
I’m missing my friends too
She thought she had all the answers now
You scared the hell out of some folks today!
Most of them are hidden in gauzy wrappings that look like shrouds
She cupped her palms over her eyes and waited
It’s always better to make people think you have nothing at all
This was the farthest from home he had ever travelled
He opened his eyes in shock at the image, the sensual clearness of it
Hiding your beauty behind strange vowels
I walked here. A long, long, long, long way
There was nowhere else gracefully to go
There is nothing in his world but himself
I don’t think I have ever felt more alive, he thought
I just want to get out alive and breathing
This afternoon I came here and buried fifty books below the water
We stayed strong for a very long time
We used to hang around amongst the burnt out cars and buildings
I expect much more epic story telling
I started putting tags up when I was about 9
Cherish it, because it is the last freedom that we have
I would read the streets as I went round the city
For me there was no choice, someone had to take a stand
No one really did rooftops like we do now back when we started