TagsThere is a new breed of human emerging. There is a new breed of person- She is a fearless graffiti writer, She is young, she is political. She is angry. She is discontent with today. She is an anarchist, a wild, disrespectful, wonderful anarchist. She is anti-authority, anti-responsibilty, anti-hierarchy. She is anti-globalisation, a critic of civilisation.Tags
Her home is wherever she writes her tag. And she is free. We would lay the black flag down for the world to sleep on, if we only had the means. She fights like she will never die, and she writes like she'll never be caught.
As Blue As The Sky"This city is gold,” said the prophet, To the young, As he stood on his hill, In the blazing sun,As Blue As The Sky
"This city is ours" "By right", he said. "Where we'll live out our lives, And sleep when we're dead."
Our prophet stood tall, With the wind in his eyes, He shook his gnarled fist, And told us more lies.
"We fight or we die!" "For honour! For love!" His mad eyes shone blue, Like the heavens above.
And fools we were; All bold, all meek, What fools we became; When we heard the man speak.
And fight
Upon The StrandOn Summer's golden stretch of sand, By waves that seek to reach the soil, 'Neath sun that shines to light the land, I stroll on down the strand.Upon The Strand
On Summer's day, the air so thick, From factory fume and oil slick, With noise so loud from miner's pick, We smell not the scent of flowers' mix.
Since Peter's dance above the coal, A way of life is all but lost, Money is the only goal, In a home set grey by winter's frost. With hope that seeks to shred the hate, Of a world caught up in the winner's race- A world with an automated, soul-less face,
Eys
Thanx 4 d watch
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Politix
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Politix
Ps. I'm watching you. Hope you don't mind.
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Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
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I love onions, officially. bahahaahaha!!
Hahaha!
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Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
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I love onions, officially. bahahaahaha!!
Our dearly beloved Mr. Vansen.
Sorry that just looked delightful squished together in one sentance. Sentence. Sentance. Whatever.
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Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
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