WE ARE FREE ARTISTS. OUTSIDE

The graffiti terrorist alert is at an all time medium, it's locked in at color code primer gray. Where there is graffiti, there's little terror, but the terrible graffiti continues.

HERBERT once gave me an enigmatic insight into his world, saying: "While I was awake, I could see the fins scattered on the beach... Everytime that the sky goes dark, and the moon lights up the sand, I go into the sea and I know that in a short time I will disappear, and that what will be bored is a wish to be something that is not just flesh and bone... I don't swim, and the brief sensation that I am drowning comes every day for a few brief seconds, and then it goes away again, and suddenly it brings the wish to be something that has no blood or sweat."

(C) 2006. SEASE Productions. (Herbert Quote Stolen From Nicholas Ganz's Book "Graffiti-World") All Rights Reserved, All Wrongs Justified.

While You Were Sleeping Part 2: Saturday Night

Everybody Up!

Morality and legislation are mere shades of gray. Bribery is criminal but lobbying is artistic, scientific. In the future perhaps all scientists should carry guns. Why not?
I hear presumptuous kids today claiming, "I know what I like." That's cool but when I hear the above comment, I must counter, "No, you like what you know."

Creating scenery is not a simple task, requiring construction crews, Hollywood special effects, computer graphics, so on and so forth...Graffiti is symbolic in movies and television worldwide. If a producer or set director wants to create the illusion of a poorer, rougher neighbourhood...they'll throw a couple ill-warranted tags on a park bench, or a dumpster. Grittier settings will most often have marker scribbles of those of their aerosol counterparts...As seen here:
It's really a bothersome idea. That Graffiti signifies the dereclict. The decrepit decay of an urban habitat. When was the last time you saw a movie that this picture as the background?
I'd say...Never.

So here I am, bitching about the view that Graffiti has in the public eye...all the while doing nothing to help it. You know why? Because nothing I do will honestly make a difference...and that's fine.
We go out at night and do our stuff, run away...and come back in the morning to snap a couple photos...and then we go on. That's part of the reason why people hate Graffiti so much...because they don't know who's doing it. Saturday night, we roll in under the cover of shadows...we paint our piece, do our thing, then get out. Of course, most never see this. The see a wall one Saturday, go to bed. Sunday morning, they go out and see some strange, generally illegible THING spray painted without THEIR permission, on this wall that's been blank for as long as they can remember. It's like "How DARE They Do This!". They take personal offense, like we did it just to spite them. I'm sorry, and once again...I mean no offense. But I think I speak for most writers out there when I say...we don't care enough to do anything like that to spite you. We just do it 'cause we can.

Everyday is Saturday Night, but I can't wait for Sunday Morning...when people wake up and see what we did...While You Were Sleeping.

(C) 2006. SEASE Productions/Buford Industries. All Rights Reserved, All Wrongs Justified.

Ritual Massacre

Everybody Up!
In response to my last post, KaesR (FTL) had an interesting point that I can tie into a belated post. So from my vanity I decided that my opinion will actually matter to all of you, therefore I have another little rant for ya'll.

Why do people kill people? There are myriad reasons, my friend. We all have our tendencies...Hell knows I have days where I'm micrometers away from curb-stomping people. But I don't do it. I know what it's like to feel rage, I know how it feels to want someone dead...Oh yes, I do. I know the heat of fights, the adrenaline rush that comes with it. I've experienced this enough that I can recall it incredibly well...but all it serves to do is deter me from committing any acts that might cause me trouble, even if I don't regret them. (On a random note so as to kill the seriousness, my dog just got her head stuck in the trashcan...Dopely...) If I ever do get into a fight...or if I do assault someone, I have to be sure that A) it's worth it, and that B) they deserve the world of hurt I'm about to bring to their table. If it's not worth the trouble I'll inevitably get into over the whole conflict...then what's the point of doing it? And if some 12 year old kid steps to me and decides that he's got the balls and biceps to take me on, I'm gonna laugh in his face and tell him to run home...because there are very few people I know who could take on a guy like me at the age of 12. Shit, I probably wouldn't have been able to manage that. More importantly, there's barely anything that would make me bend my rules enough to beat down a 12 year old kid...It's just not right.

So now that I've finished my pathetic rant about fights...Let me just say this. Humans kill eachother...We always have and we always will. From jealousy to political reasons to psychosis...there's always going to be a reason. What's yours? Next time you tell someone "I'm gonna kill him/her...", catch yourself...ask yourself "If I did actually kill them, would it be worth it? Would I regret it? Would it be right?". Chances are you'll say yes, and so be it. Just an idea.

Also, if someone ever tries acting tough shit and rugged to intimidate you...('Specially you KaesR!)just look at 'em and say "You ain't a gangsta...You ain't even friends with one!" Laugh at the expression on their face, then run like the maniac you are...'cause chances are they'll be pissed once it sinks in.

(C) 2006. SEASE Productions. All Rights Reserved, All Wrongs Justified.

Chocolate is not a substitute for Love. Love is a substitute for chocolate. Because we all know, chocolate is much better than any man will ever be. (OUCH, I'm really hurt Jessie...Right to the core.)

Suburban Decay

Everybody Up!

It is at this point that I have decided that Canada really isn't all it's cracked up to be. I recall at a young age, circa 3rd grade, that I was introduced to the way the laws worked. There was a presentation at my school about the then new "Youth Justice Act" which was created so that young offenders were not to face "unfair" punishment. Under this law, any person under the age of 11 can not be charged for any criminal act they commit, no matter the charge. This seemed suitable to me, after all...what child under this age would knowingly commit any crime worthy of a serious sentence? That is...it seemed suitable until lately. In my cynicism and conceit, I assumed that I'd seen it all. I've seen some incredibly disturbing things in my experiences...it's amazingly rare for me to be surprised by anything in the news. But something in the news lately had me stunned.

There was a case in Manitoba, here in Canada, in which a handful of young boys...aged 7 to 10, wheeled a handicapped boy into a wooden shed and locked him in. They then proceeded to set the shed on fire, in hopes that the wheelchair-bound boy would not escape. Luckily, a man nearby found the shed on fire and rescued the boy without any harm done. The boys were found soon after and due to the "Youth Justice Act", the most they got for it was a "Good Talking To"...

Well...Less than two weeks later another arson case went up in the same area. It was discovered that the arsonist was none other than one of the boys involved in the shed incident! WHAT THE HELL?! Well, we can be sure he got another "Good Talking To"...

I'm not even going to pretend I know what the answer is to this...but I know that we can first start by renaming the "Youth Justice Act" to the "Youth Legal Act", seeing as there's no Justice involved in it. I don't know where I'm taking this, but it was something that really got under my skin. I want to know what you think...My personal opinion is that it's bullshit that the government feels that it's fine to send police officers to chase me down for painting trains, yet we can't charge a child arsonist due to the simple fact that he's 9 years old. I'll never understand the way the beauraucracy thinks...

Acceptance of Graffiti is living in the trivial; an empty gesture; the dead commodity; an insipid cause. You can't win except through ignorance.

(C) 2006. SEASE Productions. All Rights Reserved, All Wrongs Justified.

Mad Fits Of Lust (Byline)

Innocence aside, this is no attempt to render graffiti as some sort of romance novel. Not when there are less pressing matters to pretend to care about.

November's air turns chill and time's at hand to elect the next select set of negligent gents. If any lesson can be learned from American style democracy, it's that your vote doesn't count.

Recent history has proven that those who cast votes decide nothing. Those who count the votes decide everything. If voting changed anything it would be illegal.

Self determination dictates who eats whom. The foibles of democracy splash across global media. There's no need to import it by might or right.

Political parties market malfeasance, the music industry sells sickness. The machine keeps moving and there is no time to change the temperature only time to establish your own meter.

You must make your own machine or at least understand that you are your own machine. Madness and medicine mix in individual measures. Prescribed dosages are only effective originating from your own pen.

Cultural democracy is as boring as a publicly funded mural or legal wall. Negative space creates positive composition. When designing your own dungeon, you want it to all flow together. It's tough to describe but easy to see. Majority rule isn't necessary. The mindset of your own minority is the only one that matters.

Living in a world of isms creates false ideals. Truth and understanding become their own bureaucracies. It's easy to see the bullshit when you realize it's all bullshit. It's a wise person who notes, it is what it is.

Angst and organic overload provide a celebration of the velocity of thought. Mad fits of love turn into a lasting lust. There's nothing democratic about it.

(C) 2006. Buford Industries/SEASE Production. (Thanks Stockcap!) All Rights Reserved, All Wrongs Justified.