Friends & Graffiti
my rhyme aint good just yet, my brain and tongue just met and they aint friends so far. my words donít travel far, they tangle in my hair, intend to go nowhere. they grow back inside, right past my brain and eyes, into my stomach juice, where they donít serve much use and melt the calories, nutrition values and i absorb back in the words right through my skin. they sit there festering inside my bowels (those damn consonants and vowels) I got a soundtrack in my mind, all the time, kids screamin from to much beat up (and that donít even rhyme) they just stand there, on the street corner, skin tucked in and meat side out (they shot) Iíd like to turn them down but there aint no knob. I painted two picket fences, I'm not into picket lines all this hippie shit's for the 60's and a clichť in our time. but what if one of these days your heart will just stop tickin and they sorta just donít find ya til your cubicle is reeking, [corporate drones] did you know that the grave digger's still gettin stuck in the machine? (even though thats a whole other day dream) its another town its another world where the kids are sleep, and the loans are paid, and the lawns are mowed, what'd ya think all the grave diggers were gone? just cuz one song is done thereís always another one waiting right around the bend, til this one ends, then it begins squeaky-clean, and it starts all over again. the weather report keeps on tossing and turning predicting another warning and the warning and the warning of possible literature news publications and possible literature news tv stations. that very same morning right next to her coffee she noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing, the national geographic was bring to graphic when all she had wanted to know was the traffic. the world's got a nose bleed it said and we're flooding but we keep on cutting the trees in the forest. and we keep on payin those freaks on the tv who claim they will save us (but want to enslave us) and sweating like demons they scream through our speakers but we leave the sound on cuz silence is harder. no-one's the killer and no-one's the martyr the world that has made us can no longer contain us and prophets are silent then riding away.....no-one can save us. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Idk I pretty much listen to everything. It just depends on my mood. Raggae, Ska, Hardcore (suicide silence), trance, techno, dance, Mainstream rap bullshit lol. Idk I'm pretty scattered with my music. I also play guitars, ad have a minimoog (synth) I mix tracks too, so hit me up if you need it!
Go Memento Rebecca Getting Married Fight Club
Who Id Like To Meet:
Anyone that can help me up my style
"Toyer" "Torpe" "Zone" "Waste" "Norte" "Bebop"...Tulsa Artists That Deserve Some Props. These p
Favorite Graffiti Artists & Why:
[same as above]
Favorite Spraypaint Brand:
Montana, mobtown, krylon
How You Got Into Graffiti:
"Torpe", its that fuckin simple.
First And Ten Bar!!!!!!![tulsa] Guitar, skating, tagging, dancing, rolling, raving, gettin fucked up, drawing, writing, racing, glowsticks, smokin, drinkin,
I'm always changing what I'm doing. I never stay in one place for to long. I need someone to keep me in line, cuz most people just move out of the way. I'm not gonna lie, I look good. And I'm cool as shit if you actually get to know me. I can hang with the big boys, and don't let anyone tell you different. Don't underestimate me just cuz I have tits, their just part of the illusion. You can stare at my as while I cross you out, and you'll be standin there lookin stupid. I ROLL like a mother fucker [[i <3 candy]] I smoke I drink I pop I roll. I can give you a better lightshow than anyone around. Check out ravers on youtube...they arent shit compared to me. :) If you don't like me then suck it, cuz I don't take shit. I might look like an innocent little girl, but trust me, I'm not.
Websites I Have Bookmarked: