Actions cause reactions.
Every where this is.
Being up here in Montreal, and away from all the places I reacted, I am not exactly exempt from the reactions. Things and feelings.
People-cycles-circular---logic??
What was I saying??
Oh yea the pot up here is great.
What I was saying originally was I am trying to build a rat cage.
Why do I want a rat?
Well to write on it,…..duha?
WHY!?
They get to write on everything, market EVERYWHERE.
When I was in High School I published my own 1 page zine with stories that were big metaphors. The title was “God is Kind of like Purple Bread”
The creators were a Keith Locke, and I.
We had a recipe for French Jesus.
Egg
Butter
Jesus
It’s easy beat the egg, and coat the Jesus with the egg, then lightly brown the Jesus on each side.
The editor of the GIKOLPB was Mike Hunt. The queen of England even had an article in there.
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Dear Banksy,
When I began publishing myself, and my writings for the first time it was on a wall in my parents bedroom, I was like 2 or 3. They never covered it over, or painted over it.
The first time I got in trouble for it was in school. They made me scrub the desk.
I was only caught like once or twice, but obviously I didn't stop.
There was always a punishment for leaving a message on something.
How come Coke and Pepsi don't have to scrub walls??
When I was younger...and even now, I don't fully understand that.
It's not my property, I understand that. It's the government's property.
For a while though, I had the terrible misconception of what a democracy was.
I now know.
Do you?
:::
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I always called myself by other names when I wrote. Give the art credit not vehicle from which is was created.
Well maybe attempting to promote myself with dirty pictures is a little more then cheap, and I should probably loose some respect…right?
Thanks society for molding men this way. I really appreciate it. Now I know that if I don’t wear a burka or a hoodie out, it means I AM on the market. There’s no way I can enjoy my own beauty, because I am a piece of meat.
I am ALWAYS for sale, or at least that’s what I’m told when people refuse my polite rejection, for the one where I step on their balls, and make them look me in the eyes while I EXPLAIN how I am not a piece of meat.
…..my bad, I’ll take my homeopathic meds now…..
My burka, my hoodie, myself, and guess which one I can’t wear outside in the public??
Men in Montreal think so, but so do men everywhere.
“But you get free drinks!!” Random douche bag.
People should tell girls that when you accept a coffee, a drink or a dinner, make sure you intend on sleeping with them, because that’s ultimately what their expecting as the reaction to the action of the purchase.
Everyone can be bought and sold…..???
Let go out to the mall, and buy the American people’s attention, and show them what REALLY happened on 9-11.
There assholes. There’s the plan.
Ready…
BREAK!
Every where this is.
Being up here in Montreal, and away from all the places I reacted, I am not exactly exempt from the reactions. Things and feelings.
People-cycles-circular---logic??
What was I saying??
Oh yea the pot up here is great.
What I was saying originally was I am trying to build a rat cage.
Why do I want a rat?
Well to write on it,…..duha?
WHY!?
They get to write on everything, market EVERYWHERE.
When I was in High School I published my own 1 page zine with stories that were big metaphors. The title was “God is Kind of like Purple Bread”
The creators were a Keith Locke, and I.
We had a recipe for French Jesus.
Egg
Butter
Jesus
It’s easy beat the egg, and coat the Jesus with the egg, then lightly brown the Jesus on each side.
The editor of the GIKOLPB was Mike Hunt. The queen of England even had an article in there.
-----------------
Dear Banksy,
When I began publishing myself, and my writings for the first time it was on a wall in my parents bedroom, I was like 2 or 3. They never covered it over, or painted over it.
The first time I got in trouble for it was in school. They made me scrub the desk.
I was only caught like once or twice, but obviously I didn't stop.
There was always a punishment for leaving a message on something.
How come Coke and Pepsi don't have to scrub walls??
When I was younger...and even now, I don't fully understand that.
It's not my property, I understand that. It's the government's property.
For a while though, I had the terrible misconception of what a democracy was.
I now know.
Do you?
:::
--
I always called myself by other names when I wrote. Give the art credit not vehicle from which is was created.
Well maybe attempting to promote myself with dirty pictures is a little more then cheap, and I should probably loose some respect…right?
Thanks society for molding men this way. I really appreciate it. Now I know that if I don’t wear a burka or a hoodie out, it means I AM on the market. There’s no way I can enjoy my own beauty, because I am a piece of meat.
I am ALWAYS for sale, or at least that’s what I’m told when people refuse my polite rejection, for the one where I step on their balls, and make them look me in the eyes while I EXPLAIN how I am not a piece of meat.
…..my bad, I’ll take my homeopathic meds now…..
My burka, my hoodie, myself, and guess which one I can’t wear outside in the public??
Men in Montreal think so, but so do men everywhere.
“But you get free drinks!!” Random douche bag.
People should tell girls that when you accept a coffee, a drink or a dinner, make sure you intend on sleeping with them, because that’s ultimately what their expecting as the reaction to the action of the purchase.
Everyone can be bought and sold…..???
Let go out to the mall, and buy the American people’s attention, and show them what REALLY happened on 9-11.
There assholes. There’s the plan.
Ready…
BREAK!
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