Tag: graffiti

It would have been fine to scream
There had been some kind of infraction; she was certain of that
Don’t spoil the day for me
What they did they did with no variation
It’s a mug’s game to me. Where’s it all going to get you?
She cupped her palms over her eyes and waited
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
Sweating in tunnels, waiting in the cold, living a free life
On nights like these we defy fear and conformity and dance in the flicker of hope
That’s why I tried to document the moment
A smile might have played round my lips
I remembered the first time a dentist gave me an injection
I was the most solitary of all
The country he had broken out of was all unknown to them
How delightful to see you!
All your certainties are being blown away
My dad thought it would be educational
People were charmed and captivated
But you don’t know how to surf
He was having a hard time keeping her on his mind
Titania leaned close to listen to the songs
The actress put out her hand
The light from above was emerald-colored at first
Words have this remarkable property of possessing specific meanings
Our only media are chalk, ink and stone
I think we should form a secret conspiracy
A woman is standing behind him
Ask questions that will be exceedingly difficult to answer
A spark pops across the contacts like a firecracker
On the walls, diverse oil paintings
… making sure that there was …
So I took a sip of my water
One equal temper of heroic hearts
I’ll probably stay the night
I raised a hand to my scalp
Ever since his father left