Syphilis.

beat the lumps out of my throwie and is experimenting with my hand (no homo)

adek vs benet? would be one hell of a beef

after seeing some pretty bad ass pieces and throwups on the walls near the tracks viewable from the outside train terminal. the go-go soul music-esque funk-esque thing we had going on here gave stuff actual flavor and and involved actual style instead of the tasteless and frankly generic shit guys grow egos on nowadays. ex: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vciR76rSRgA

now that's funky

quickie

not really easy to do something like that in the home of thousands of writers fighting for space for various reasons. where to do your thing is a technique of itself. real question should be what type of fucking people are capable of being and remaining up in New York while at the same time having quality shit.

reminds me of the corner boys in Juicy

if only everything looked liked that

is it me or had threads started working backward all of a sudden?

go out with a bang before the world ends

also don't draw with your wrist but your arm. had a major headache my first night out wondering why what i've done on paper came out terrible on walls.

should get abstract on that bitch

are you AR or write with him? you/his stuff in that rackgaki film was crazy