Category: Graffiti

Choreography

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I stumbled across this the other night while abusing the open space of the park as a more direct route to a destination.  At first glance, I was amused; thought to capture it for posterity and then moved on. 

Now I’m starting to wonder… What would my parents think?  If they knew where my loyalties lie.  If they knew where I had given my heart.  Where I had given my soul.  Where I had given my body.  Would they be disappointed?  Would they feel shame in what had become of their boy?  Or would they feel pride in the man he has become?  Would they be horrified to hear of my tribulations; thrilled by my victories?  Or would they simply care as little about these things as I care about their opinions regarding them?

And you?  What would your parents think?

Dear diary

It’s me, John…


Some days this feels true.


Now, now. Leave your sister out of this…


This guy gets around. I have seen him in Greenwood, Belltown, Downtown and Capitol Hill. That’s pretty impressive mobility for such a little guy.


The whole gamut of emotions…


Dearest friends often remind us what they think of us. Even from afar…

Nil desperandum, fellow plebes.

A word; a whisper; a prayer on the wind

My dear city heard my plaintive caterwauling and rewarded my tantrum with two straight days of chilly, gray, drizzling glory. It has been as near divine as one may expect to find on this mortal coil.

DESTROY pictures!
The first picture is brand new, and another example of the really small, nearly hidden DESTROY tag. The next three are likely older and were discovered in an alley in the Pioneer Square neighborhood of Seattle. The tooth one I’ve seen before, but I don’t think I’ve captured the thermostat or that particular bloated baby. Next is a better representation of the DESTROY Lager graphic. And last, but not least, “From the people who brought you DESTROY: The all new, all different, possibly better 1941™! Order now, supplies are limited!”

I have some other graffiti to post, as well, but I think I want to eat, first.

Until then, etc. etc.

What manner, backlog

It appears as though I have accumulated quite the backlog of images that I intended to share with you, my faithful readers. Some of these will fall under the purview of the Graffiti category, while others merely amuse me. There’s even a DESTROY image, or two, in the mix.

Comments, left to right, top to bottom:
1. “I am the anti-Christ. I am the anarchist. Know what I want but the stupid Man keeps holding me down, and making me go to, like, High School, and stuff. Fuck him!”
2. Well. It hasn’t come to that quite yet. I’ll keep you posted.
3. Put yo hood up, Emperor Palpatine! Silly anarchists strike again…
4. It’s almost unfair to keep picking on them, but someone needs to point out how ludicrous this seems to people with cognizance and awareness.
5. DESTROY spark plug. Second of this design that I’ve seen.
6. DESTROY pig and CCTV camera. Or CCTV camera watching the pig. Hard to say which…
7. I’m particularly fond of the amateurish Crayola magic marker flames engulfing the detritus pouring out of that upside-down van.
8. PLEASE!
9. Do not believe their lies.
10. I have no idea what this thing is, but I LOVE it.
11. Man, I bet that is a tasty brew.
12. Not a big fan of the “barf” phenomenon around town, but this one was too cute to pass up.
13. If I wasn’t so sure she’s jailbait…
14. This just cracked me up.
15. In some ways, immutable.
16. Ladies’ Room graffiti. A rare glimpse, for us men, into the seedy underbelly of female toilet humor.

I hope to return next week with some more compelling news/ramblings. Until then, etc. etc.