sharp corners left us leaving suddenly from a shock invite, hoods up bikes peddled down the road for fear of follying the future. These vigorous styles will have to wait another night.
i peddled like id stole it, single geared my own direction away from fear. I'm done waiting, done slaving to a day to marries brains with such debating.

3:30am a conversation between a drug dealer & his client.

chatter boxes chattering in dark alleyways whilst i waited out on stairways

i couldn't help but overhear

teeth rattling rat a tat tat all shaking hands

client:

no bruv you see you never sold enough to keep the shadows away, this fireplace creaks and needs to eat to fan its flames. 

now just lend me enough to settle on, i just need to sleep soundly man its been far too long since i rested deep in birds & song. 

come on just slide another sullen hit this way, i got a mouth to feed and a hungry conscious to ignore. 

you know how these moons hang heavy

you know these steps ain't steady.

dealer:

is it distance? because it certainly aint divinity

you see the problem with us is the economy, aint no place for 3am alley way rats just trying to cut and paste, living from day to day,

there aint no breeze to soften the gallows taste. 

we hang with bedlam not ambrosia 

we sip cider not champagne 

so make your own way little man, go stalk some ghosts that rest heavy through the day. 

so lurch

wrestle with that moonlight

test the levels sent from heavenly scents stalled up high.

this environment is changing, soon our dubs will be dust.

you can see in the yellowing of industry, the scars have turned to rust. 

I've just adopted the cities image, seen those kilns spit fire now I'm settled all forgiven 

accept we were never meant for future tense and maintain, makes moves through the maze.

Big in the History of Western Philosophy game.

Socrates, Plato & Aristotle.
recent sketch. A3

We create our culture, out there on the streets we are promoting the story of Graffiti. In every tag and every dub we perpetuate the grand stories our art can tell. Graffiti is a means to an end only the open eyed can smell & the veterans can understand. There is no middle ground. In everything you do there is a poise for future purpose, man is a political animal, every action we do resignates how we want the world to be shown. And yet I struggle to explain to people why I'm a vegetarian, because I have never the words to hand and I keep my knife close to my own bones. 

live life on the lurk. 

'Man is condemned to be free'

Pen & Pencil on some Wallpaper from B&Q

2014.

Australia 2.