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one of many thing i do is graff..a phillosophy i go by....street art "our expression" has caught on to all who have witnessed its beauty form Cope-2 in ny to the amazing Craola in la...this is something one should see and be able to connect to the passerbyer as a way to comunicate thier emotions into thier everyday life...not to offend, and be the sterieotypical boy who just writes his name on walls.....but a person who creates peace and for that split second that buiessness person stops to smell the fresh paint .....he/she end up getting lost in a tranquil state of oblivion....thats what graffin is to me.......hit me up...i wanna know what u

if paine is life then life is pain..im just sittin her with blade in hand and people think it is a form of depression..but how are they supposed to know what hate feelings im surpressing..all of this rage and anger makes it so no one will parttake with a boy who is destend to be left bleeding scratched and linched hanging from a noose and cieling...how am i supossed to help this if the doctors just subcribed a pill that miniepulates me.....turning my head all twisted making it turn inside-out...it just sits inside unitl my little angels time goes out...so is this what our lives are really about..... wrote in 8th grade....the late mind of m0s

soo....umm just to put something up here is a poem...                                               Red book..   I wonder what the sweat under her skirt smells like Her preciousness only absorbed by the most aware senses Each movement creates her beauty into reality I am the one I am the observer who can detect each line of simplistic grace Burning ripping twisting famine starvation into exhausted excess Balance extreme No control Ultimate surrender to a conclusion No a plea So great for liquid sheets of sky to pull me in I could exist without worry among romantic transitions of purples and grey I remember what you wrote I wa