Life As Seen By Cynical...

I found this in a person's profile...And I was so "moved" by it that I decided to write my own version.

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back. Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.

As we grow up (Some of us faster than other...Hell, some never grow up), we learn that the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down, will always be the one to do it (unless you have a butler, then he did it). You will have your heart broken more than once...especially if you give it away easily. You'll break hearts too, but don't regret it too much...it's simply a waste of time. If you fight with your best friend, they weren't worth it after all...so take back all the crap you gave them. Don't worry if you blame a new love for things an old one did, chances are they're going to do it to you anyways. If you cry because time is passing too fast, drive faster...it makes things appear to slow down, and you always lose the person you love. Take a picture...it'll last longer than your memory, laugh...'cause someone's gotta see the humour in all of this, and love like you've...well...nevermind. Every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back...but just remember: There are 1440 minutes in a day...and the average person lives 12,000 days, so that's just one out of 17,280,000 and personally...I think I should be entitled to a minuscule amount. That having been said, don't be afraid that your life will end...be afraid that it will end at the hands of a chainsaw-wielding fiend wearing a mask of human skin...'cause that would kinda suck. Be careful what you wish for...















Oh yeah, Merry Christmas...*

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HAIL LORD ILPALAZZO!

Lost Another...

I didn't know you, but she loves you still.

REST IN PEACE
This is my tribute.

New-Age-Saviour

Toys listen up! This is a joke. This is not a reality check. Read this on substance.

The ultimate one year meeting will be held in New York city to pay tribute for giving birth to the most misunderstood crime, to gather the most powerful minds in the Graffiti/HipHop culture, to talk about unity in graffiti, to find out ways to nourish the souls of the many who are salivating for a growth of a new branch off the HipHop tree. Unite through underground illegal meetings throughout the city, s all graffiti artists of the world get to collaborate and produce the finest graffiti art ever seen by man. To bring ourselves out of stagnation and figure out how to bring our art to the next level and stay true to the game. Elimination of negative ideas by reeducating writers who teach hate, racial segregation and self-ideologies to teach the importance of style and bringing up new generations with no rules but respect. To inter great many crazy graffiti ideas to create a new one. To travel with others throughout the United States to bomb and create large scale graffiti wildstyle burners to spread a new and much more conscious HipHop. To learn from the past and not to live in it and to create a new movement out of the old. 5 years is not far away. This gathering will be unwanted by city, county, state and government officials . This gathering is dangerous, enter NYC at your own risk. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of a few...Imagine...A graffiti world. In the next 20 to 30 years, the people who had fucked us up will have shrivelled up and died and the baby boomers generation (the rock and roll/hippie/yuppie/you name it) will be slotted into power and they think graffiti is cool? Graffiti art is going to explode big enough to outweigh everything you dreamed about and then some. The spray can represents a symbol of our generation. It's an icon. It is an awakening experience. It checks all other forms of HipHop. It is an art form with so much soul and integrity that it will cruch the art world into earlier retirement and that the art on the streets are the real life galleries. The art galleries with deep connections with the art mafia, have been slaving you for the past 50 years of your precious life finally gets to say you're the "flavour of the month" and have forgotten you with the next. Most are schools have a deep connection to this hideous idea for art, not entirely, but for many it has been a breeding ground to control art. Society wants to control the arts and graffitit is uncontrollable. Art creates a new level of intelligence and destroys and creates societies. Art is very, very powerful and art should be fore the masses and not the elitis. Half of the young graffiti writers live in their own local fantasy world they've created and do not have any interest in pushing the graffiti art movement except for pushing the local self. Not to disrespect and much props to the O.G.s, but many writers fell off in the past because there was nothing new coming in and they say they've grown up but in fact they have given up on the art. There's no such thing as giving up on graffiti, it's just that you are in a one of many transitional phases graffit writers go through because of pressures from the oppositions of the time (may it be from writers or society). Where are you motherfuckers, we the graffiti nation need you to represent the past and the future. Because all this is still very new and it is an art medium for life. So look for the reawakening of the most powerful art for in the world. We don't have to reach for a goal, because we are the goal and we are the movement! We are and have been a massive uncontrollable illegal frenzy that quenches the thrist of the artistic mind to veiwing the whole as a controlled movement. This is the alpha and the omega in chaotic theory. The drawings fromt he beginnings of man match the graffiti ideologies of the present day. We have come in a full circle in our world history of man. We have been in a situation where the blind (Society) has been leading the blind (Graffiti). We must break off from the art world and creat our own separate entity. So fuck this post-modernism bullshit fuckcrap! We don't ever cross over, they cross over to us! The graffiti writes are the urban shamans and the streets are our modern day caves...We will one day serve a vital purpose by exposing the masses of a coming of a new (art) revolution. The revolution starts in the new year and it will be on every surface except your television. The people of North-America are not happy. If this ultimate and unique meeting does not happen in the near future, graffiti art will get more exposed by the wrong intent and purpose and ultimately get sold out to the highest bidder. Don't be afraid of the old writers, meet and learn. Knowing that I'm going to do graffiti art for the rest of my life is the ultimate sacrifice in graffiti.

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So Non-Conformist It's Emo...

Everybody...Sit down.

So once again, I realise I'm trespassing. Only this time it's not illegal. I can't get fined or thrown in jail for it. No community service either, however...chances are good that I'll get a severe beat down for it. Funny, I used to get irked, if not entirely pissed off when friends of mine would start fawning over people I barely knew...Still do sometimes. Of course, this time...I've really gone and done. Only problem is that I'm not the one getting pissed off, I'm the thief. I beat up just about everyone of Courtney's boyfriends...partly because they were assholes, every single one of 'em, but mostly because I didn't know them, and wanted to make it crystal clear that they weren't to fuck around. Well this time, I'm the one guy who stole something from a group of people. And so, I know I shouldn't be butting in and expecting people to accept me. I'm not so conceited as to expect that. All I can really say is, Sorry. 'Cept you Ray...Don't threaten people you don't know.

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Cruel And Antithetic...

"I have money...It's trust and character I need around me. Who you choose to hang around us...shows who you are. One car in exchange for knowing what a man's made of...That's a price I can live with. Look at all those people down there. They follow the rules for what? They're letting fear lead them. And if you don't...Life's simple. You make choices and don't look back."

Now this isn't a "Fuck The System" sort of post...I'm being a tad more thoughtful. Only problem is, I'm going to say the same thing that ya'll have heard a million and four times already. Why adhere to the same things as everyone else? We claim to be a country of open and equality minded individuals...but in reality, it's far from it. Equality is but a figment of our imaginations, created to gain support for "ethical" movements and religions, and give legitimacy to revolutions. But that's beside the point...

It's as I've always been told. Live life YOUR way, and you'll be happier for it. If you don't like the way things are handled or the way other people see things...then don't let them guide you. For example...I am bitter, bored, jaded, cynical and at times...misanthropic (or so I've been informed), and I see things respectively. I'm rude, boisterous, obnoxious, caustic and flat out mean in some instances...but guess what. That's who I am, and I love it...and I'm DEFINATELY not changing myself for anyone. So all this, and the quote above...is to say the same thing I've told you over and over again, because none of you are listening yet. You may think you are...That you're completely free, but I'm still not convinced. Even I'm not completely free.
Burn your candle at both ends and you're sure to get hurt. Time is at one end, and fear at the other. You have to eliminate one or the other...and good luck with that whole time-space continuum jazz...

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Animals Are Better Than You...

This is the Cheetah. It can move at speeds of up to 75 Km/h. If a human raced a Cheetah, it would beat you...and then it would probably eat you. The Cheetah is better than you.



This is the Penguin. A Penguin will choose a partner and mate for life. You probably don't even have a girlfriend or a boyfriend. The Penguin is happier than you, and the Penguin is better than you.



This is the Salt-Water Crocodile. It...Well, it shits all over you.



This is a Polar Bear. It primarily eats seals. Can you eat a seal? The Polar Bear is better than you.



This is the Giant Tortoise. It has been known to live to up to 250 years old. It is older than you, and your Dad, and your Grand-Dad. The Tortoise is better than your whole family.



This is the Tapir. It is extremely ugly. It looks like the bastard child of a Pig and an Elephant, but it has the largest penis-to-body-size ratio of any animal. You have one of the smallest. The Tapir has a bigger doodle than you. It is better than you.

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Sweet Taboo.

There's a quiet storm
And it never felt like this before
There's a quiet storm
I think it's you
There's a quiet storm
And I never felt this hot before
Giving me something that's taboo

You give me the (you give me, you give me the)
Sweetest taboo
That's why I'm in love with you (with you)
You give me, keep giving me the sweetest taboo
Too good for me


The world pays mad money to a watch a person get nervous on stage. Holding guitars and electric charges, a past filled with spray cans and crime, these are the confessions of a former graffiti writer.

The games alive. No doubt. Chrome and black attack, jump back. Life's remiss without cashing out some insecurities in your scribbles or your music. But I strive for greater things in my things.

I stretch my information and mash up miles of mishap. I'm hittin' hot spots with a hot hand, hot head and a hot heart. With a hot mouth I'm mouthin' off. There's high demand for heated myths and I'm hip to be hot in the holy market.

Hype that.

So we end this year with a sweet taboo. And send off with an exotic sonic reference to warm your heart.

You've got the biggest heart
Sometimes I think you're just too good for me
Every day is christmas, and every night is new year's Eve

Will you keep on loving me
Will you keep on, will you keep on
Bringing out the best in me

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