post flicks from the Regurge party... i know someone there rolled through with a camera... that shit was hella fucking dope. Good graffiti, drunkeness, it was fuckin awesome!
Yo Mutha...
You left that hoola hoop at Scribble Jam when you were dick riding the locals. We saw you in that breakdance circle getting laughed at. You should have whipped out those coconut bikini tops.
Hello Graffiti, this is my good friend Firearms... we're waiting on Alcohol to show up with Drugs so we can all get better aquainted. But I have to be home early though... the casket closes at dawn.
Congratulations... Graffiti in Houston has fallen lower than street gang violence. At least THEY'VE got something more to fight for than some bullshit names and pretty colors.
Kill yourselves... all of you.
found this last nite at 4am:
"The time of getting fame for your name on its own is over. Artwork that is only about wanting to be famous will never make you famous. Any fame is a bi-product of making something that means something. You don't go to a restaurant and order a meal because you want to have a shit."
true words.