Life is too technical. It’s driving me nuts. I am surrounded by things that are just a bland excuse for what they used to be; cars, cities, fucking personalities. Where is the counterculture? That time of expanding freedom and creativity that showed that beauty was in being individual, not in making everything look the same. Political correctness has stopped us from speaking up, and this stupid idea of gentrification has caused us to cover up the things that defined our community, even our families.
ZEL | BLACK HOG | BLUEFACED PEACOCK | SAM
If you don’t mind, before my character is amputated, I am going to celebrate one of the last limbs of our culture that we will fight to keep, street art. If you think it’s vandalism, you should probably stop visiting that hipster coffee shop with cool art you love so much. If you think street art is simply blatant statements backed by outrageous lies, you are probably right, but at least you have spent time to think about what the fuck you actually believe in.
By a Black Sheep.