Tag: streetart

We were the weak and they were the strong.
Simply that and nothing more.
A sudden realization came upon him that life was real and life was earnest.
Her silence had puzzled him.
I think that squeaking bird of yours is about the beastliest thing I ever met.
Whatever does it all mean?
What on earth can I do?
Think what you like about me.
Look, there’s no question.
I don’t think you understand.
Why did you say those things?
He could already tell how little they had in common.
I’m going to remember that.
A sweet smell like that of rotten bananas.
I started reading it and could not stop.
I see we have a few new faces.
So let me explain the rules.
And it felt right and true.
I probably shouldn’t have told you that.
There’s nothing the matter.
Everything’s fine.
Maybe he just has nothing to say.
Nobody said anything.
I thought maybe it was him.
Was that too much?
Everything is far from here.
Flyers taped to the painted cinder-block walls.
Terrible, in fact.
She smiled nervously and made no reply.
Tell me what you think it means.
Much of this makes us happy.
Everybody wins.