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OG Hal,
should i move back to nyc or break west and try SF?
yrs,
neither in north carolina
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weird iron/utes combo on the sou flatside.
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this post was ludicrous from the start because graffiti can't ruin your life. odds are your life was going to ruin itself before graffiti hit you, it just gave you the medium to do it. you're guilty of taking yourself and graffiti too seriously. lighten up. we all get there sometimes...
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BOJANGLES
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Re: (nc)
yeah buddy you sure don't bump yer boys y'alright. shut it down... .
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word up crook msg jerx and the HOD getups. solid graf. and don't forget BORE HOD rip
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Hahahaha' date=' look at hard-ass-joe-pesci up here unwrapping on TomYorke because his father never came to his ball-games. I've talked to friends of friends of Grey, and apparently he's NOT painting right now. So much for your $30 DVD interview/'insider-information'.[/quote']
i have nothing to do with anyone said but damn, get off the dick. who cares who does what? nobody owes you dick just because you want dick, damn.
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Bukowski, Charles:poem for personnel managers: [from The Days Run Away Like Wild
Horses Over the Hills (1969), Black Sparrow Press]
1 An old man asked me for a cigarette
2 and I carefully dealt out two.
3 "Been lookin' for job. Gonna stand
4 in the sun and smoke."
5 He was close to rags and rage
6 and he leaned against death.
7 It was a cold day, indeed, and trucks
8 loaded and heavy as old whores
9 banged and tangled on the streets ...
10 We drop like planks from a rotting floor
11 as the world strives to unlock the bone
12 that weights its brain.
13 (God is a lonely place without steak.)
14 We are dying birds
15 we are sinking ships---
16 the world rocks down against us
17 and we
18 throw out our arms
19 and we
20 throw out our legs
21 like the death kiss of the centipede:
22 but they kindly snap our backs
23 and call our poison "politics."
24 Well, we smoked, he and I---little men
25 nibbling fish-head thoughts ...
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26 All the horses do not come in,
27 and as you watch the lights of the jails
28 and hospitals wink on and out,
29 and men handle flags as carefully as babies,
30 remember this:
31 you are a great-gutted instrument of
32 heart and belly, carefully planned---
33 so if you take a plane for Savannah,
34 take the best plane;
35 or if you eat chicken on a rock,
36 make it a very special animal.
37 (You call it a bird; I call birds
38 flowers.)
39 And if you decide to kill somebody,
40 make it anybody and not somebody:
41 some men are made of more special, precious
42 parts: do not kill
43 if you will
44 a president or a King
45 or a man
46 behind a desk---
47 these have heavenly longitudes
48 enlightened attitudes.
49 If you decide,
50 take us
51 who stand and smoke and glower;
52 we are rusty with sadness and
53 feverish
54 with climbing broken ladders.
55 Take us:
56 we were never children
57 like your children.
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58 We do not understand love songs
59 like your inamorata.
60 Our faces are cracked linoleum,
61 cracked through with the heavy, sure
62 feet of our masters.
63 We are shot through with carrot tops
64 and poppyseed and tilted grammar;
65 we waste days like mad blackbirds
66 and pray for alcoholic nights.
67 Our silk-sick human smiles wrap around
68 us like somebody else's confetti:
69 we do not even belong to the Party.
70 We are a scene chalked-out with the
71 sick white brush of Age.
72 We smoke, asleep as a dish of figs.
73 We smoke, dead as a fog.
74 Take us.
75 A bathtub murder
76 or something quick and bright; our names
77 in the papers.
78 Known, at last, for a moment
79 to millions of careless and grape-dull eyes
80 that hold themselves private
81 to only flicker and flame
82 at the poor cracker-barrel jibes
83 of their conceited, pampered correct comedians.
84 Known, at last, for a moment,
85 as they will be known
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86 and as you will be known
87 by an all-gray man on an all-gray horse
88 who sits and fondles a sword
89 longer than the night
90 longer than the mountain's aching backbone
91 longer than all the cries
92 that have a-bombed up out of throats
93 and exploded in a newer, less-planned
94 land.
95 We smoke and the clouds do not notice us.
96 A cat walks by and shakes Shakespeare off of his back.
97 Tallow, tallow, candle like wax: our spines
98 are limp and our consciousness burns
99 guilelessly away
100 the remaining wick life has
101 doled out to us.
102 An old man asked me for a cigarette
103 and told me his troubles
104 and this
105 is what he said:
106 that Age was a crime
107 and that Pity picked up the marbles
108 and that Hatred picked up the
109 cash.
110 He might have been your father
111 or mine.
112 He might have been a sex-fiend
113 or a saint.
114 But whatever he was,
115 he was condemned
116 and we stood in the sun and
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117 smoked
118 and looked around
119 in our leisure
120 to see who was next in
121 line.
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I get pissy when snobby-ass bookworms try to tell me that I'm 'totally missing the point' when (without souding like too much of a prick) I think most writers just do their thing and want you to get whatever you can out of their material; especially dudes like Bukowski, who probably never aimed for his theme to amount to some grand 'magnum opus'. Nahmsayin?
yeah. especially true when if asked what his work was about he would say "i don't know". who does, really? no one really knows why they do what they do. even worse when critics act like they do know.
nothing but love to bukowski for getting me through hard times with his hard knocks life.
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Last Night of the Earth Poems
Love is a Dog from Hell
Hot Water Music
The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills
Sifting Through the Madness for the Word the Line the Way
or his prose/book Post Office
i love all/any of those.
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haha. cliff notes! dude! totally esoteric! the internet! rapture!
look good will fronting, if you want to do a better job of answering the guy's question in under 30 seconds be my guest. just spare me the half-assed first year creative writing student attempt at being condescending, "plz".
k thnkz!
yo man. ease off. you ought to know as well as i how little manic summaries aren't going to do a lifetime's worth. is all i'm saying.
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Drinking' date=' smoking, womanizing, drinking, fighting, living with prosititues, violence, drinking, chauvanism, drinking, puking, fighting, whores, insanity and drinking.[/quote']
you're missing the point.
spare the cliff notes it's not school anymore, plz.
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i can't imagine how this new record could be anything but disappointing considering the wad of bullshit around their image. fever to tell is the soundtrack for washed up third wave feminist nazis. to quote Dylan, i see through it "like i see through the water that runs down my drain".
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THE DAYS RUN AWAY LIKE WILD HORSES OVER THE HILLS
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I'm back.
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Originally posted by SMACKTHATFOOLIFHEACTTHATFOOL@Mar 12 2006, 04:29 AM
Pick up the latest release of ONE MOTION VOL. 7 DVD "OLI", at your local skate shops, featuring a tasteful blend of both North Carolina skateboarding and graffiti, and graffiti from ST. LOUIS, PHILLY, OHIO and much much more... Easy.. :yuck:
you care to put up a trailer or something? that website has nothing to see.
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the wacky CYCLE
the wiley SIGH
and the KOS KINGS....
and mr.schmo, get at me real soon...lost your contact. you know who.
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Originally posted by WorldWarTen@Feb 19 2006, 06:51 AM
Honestly, this is the best way to ride when you're a fugitive crossing state lines: under the train.
and it is also one of the best ways to die a fugitive. then again, who are you telling?
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everybody growing up in new york knew harold at some point or another. r.i.p.
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BORE "BE" from north carolina, rest in peace...
Scar and Res...
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jeez. lay off the gimmicks a bit and maybe one could read some of the above trains.
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hella 2001
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this is a smart bench. great job as always.
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gold. damn. the heiroglyphic one is particularly brilliant.
Writers Block.... Intermodals and red bull logos....
in Metal Heads
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who cares? take money. paint money.
good to see scars getting silly...