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This article was published by Monochrome Dream on June 25th 2005. This article has 11 comments.
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Street graffiti - Barcelona, June 2005
People are quite friendly in Spain. They are not too fond of capitalists, though.
But they’re very willing to share their dope
Well, my mother warned me ´if you wear that necklace out in public them theives´ll steal your neck.´ She was not wrong.
Cold Fearful Diseased Darkened And lost Knowledge is not everything When abused and misused to breed mistrust. If there is no absolute truth, then surely we must rely in our trust of others Otherwise, what’s the point.
What absolute twiddling bollocks
he likes making AIDS-related jokes and walks without worries gently strolling down the road and drags his feet with a smile on his face.
he has a secret
he keeps a tiny scrap of paper on which -long ago- someone wrote the word happiness. he keeps it in a small pocket, close to his heart.
No that said A penis. Freud’s mantra
i met this girl she was hot, by the way
she smiled a lot and laughed at my jokes
i liked that. it made me feel powerful.
she said: “isn’t it funny how a man can be shot dead [pause] just for running away?”
“no,” is replied, “it isn’t funny” and left.
I’ve never met a man called is.
Would you stop referring to us in the first person ‘I’. I am a person in my own right.
‘We’ve never met a man called is.’
I am sorry if I do not double check what I write.
I guess I am not as anal as you are.
People are quite friendly in Spain. They are not too fond of capitalists, though.
But they’re very willing to share their dope
Well, my mother warned me
´if you wear that necklace out in public them theives´ll steal your neck.´
She was not wrong.
Cold
Fearful
Diseased
Darkened
And lost
Knowledge is not everything
When abused and misused to breed mistrust.
If there is no absolute truth, then surely we must rely in our trust of others
Otherwise, what’s the point.
What absolute twiddling bollocks
he likes making AIDS-related jokes
and walks without worries
gently strolling down the road
and drags his feet with a smile on his face.
he has a secret
he keeps a tiny scrap of paper on which
-long ago-
someone wrote the word happiness.
he keeps it in a small pocket,
close to his heart.
No that said
A penis.
Freud’s mantra
i met this girl
she was hot, by the way
she smiled a lot
and laughed at my jokes
i liked that.
it made me feel powerful.
she said: “isn’t it funny how a man can be shot dead [pause] just for running away?”
“no,” is replied, “it isn’t funny”
and left.
I’ve never met a man called is.
Would you stop referring to us in the first person ‘I’.
I am a person in my own right.
‘We’ve never met a man called is.’
I am sorry if I do not double check what I write.
I guess I am not as anal as you are.