The city is my concrete canvas. With my board as my brush I paint lines in its vastness. Turning forgotten shit holes into playgrounds. To pigs im just another dirty mutt hound. The lines I create are not powder, they make art of a different nature. Seen only by people of a different nature. Understanding of my harmless intentions is all I desire. Its a way I deal with the daily pain that transpires in this vicious life game. Taming the unconcious beast. It’ll destroy me if released. With my board at my back I can take sips of life. I don’t have to drown in liqour and smoke to keep my life from going sour. Drugs are my dark tower. Only controlling if I give them the power. If I do i’ll wilt away like a flower in the desert.
Posted on Tuesday, 14 February 2012
