Consciousness and clarity I take to mean the same thing, and to be as unatainable as the flame to the moth.
the closer we fight towards the flame, the more intense the heat and the light burns so much brighter, the clarity is so unbelieveably close to here and everything makes so much sense and then the pain starts in, the burning, the reflex to pull away, to sit in a quiet room, watch some television, drag myself kicking and biting away from the real to the mundane, the sensible, the plannings, the dull monotony that is the fake world we pull around ourselves to stay sane from the delicious bright burning reality constantly beconing with ha
so (for those of you that dont know) banksy went over an OLD piece of robbo's (old school king from waaay back in the day) and it pissed him off enough he came out of retirement to retaliate.
so, the question is, who are you behind, robbo or banksy?
essentially it boils down to one of two standpoints:
1 graffiti is a movement, it changes and adapts from its history, even the history itself is mutable, morphic and reforming
2 graffiti is built on its history, its kings and the taste they brought to the scene, to erase their history it to remove the roots which leads to disintegration, to disrespect them is to disrespect the floor you sta
hey all you fantastic bastards, I drop in here occasionally just to check whats happening and figured thats probably the same for the rest of you.
what you all up to, shit good? bad? same?
hows your styles? shit? good? fucking terrible?
anything you really wanna brag about?