In The Art of Getting Over a writer called Espo lays out some incredibly inspiring words that all writers should know and follow. I’m gonna leave this up for a while, so read this whenever you need to get pumped up
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You suck until further notice It’s gonna take a long time before we even acknowledge your existence, even longer before we can bear to look at that foul scribble you call your name. To speed the process of acceptance, you can A) Choose a clever name that defies the norm of simple-minded slang. An example of a good name is “ARGUE” (RIP). It looks good when written, sounds cool when spoken, and conveys a combattive attitude. On the other hand, “ENEMA” (actual name) looks, sounds, and conveys a shitty attitude. BE CHOOSY. B ) Use paint, gain a thorough knowledge of supplies, remember that permission walls, stickers, and dust tags are small parts of a balanced diet, be bold, learn a style of writing for every occassion,and write your name bigger every time you go out.
Jealousy is a diesease for the weak
Your heart is your greatest possession, dont let it get taken from you.
Dont write on houses of worship, people’s houses in general, other writer’s names, and tombstones. Writing on memorial walls and cars is beef beyond belief. Furthermore, involving civilians in your beef is grounds for dismissal. These are are the five fingers of your right hand. Get to know them well. Give soul claps, firm handshakes, and throw smooth bolo punches.
Although being a toy seems undesirable, you should enjoy it while you can. At this stage you can bite all you want with no remorse. All your elders will say is, ” Awww isn’t that cute, kootchie kootchie koo.” So steal that dope connection, rob that color scheme. and loot whole letterforms. Dont worry about giving any credit, we’ll pat ourselves on the back and brag how we’re influencing the next generation. However, style isnt a crutch or a schtick. It is understanding why that connection you bit flows, or why that color scheme bumps. Style is the process to an appealing end. Once you got it down to a science, you can reinvent letterforms to suit yourself. This creative growth will amaze the old and young alike. Pretty soon somebody will steal your secret sauce and the cycle will be renewed. If this happens to you, don’t bitch about not getting your due. Graffiti is the language of the ignored. If your style is stolen, someone heard you speaking. You got what you wanted from the beginning, some attention, you big baby.
It must be noted that the vandal squad loves graffiti. Their job requires them to fiend for graff as much as you do. When you wreck enough walls, they’ll want to meet you. Just like the ball huggers outside the graff shop, they’ll recite every spot you hit, with the difference being you’ll also hear the Miranda Warning. To postpone this, go solo as much as possible. Dont write with anyone that wont fight for you. Don’t be paranoid, but be careful. If you avoid writing on pristine properties, you’ll stay in misdemeanor territory, and you wont divert the cops’ attention from pastry and caffiene consumption (consult local laws to be sure). Remember, if they didn’t see you do it, it’s almost impossible for them to win a conviction without your own damming testimony. Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! Giving a cop info on another writer will doom you to a life of ridicule, from cops and kids alike, with no parole.
There’s nothing wrong with knowing your the shit as long as you are. But once you reach that conclusion, your one foot over the edge of falling off. Watch your step fathead, there’s no shortage of people chanting, “JUMP JUMP JUMP!” There are plenty of writers that have been painting well for the better part of 20 years, and your posing and fronting looks retarded next to them. Get back to work, you “never was” slouch. In conclusion, graffiti is free, impresses the girls, is heroic in our couch potato culture, will provide you with a million stories to tell at parties, and a sure cure for the inner-city blues. If it’s not fun, you’re doing it wrong or have been doing it too long. So get going, fame awaits the fly among you.
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This was’nt written by me. But its a real good piece. So yea, I’ll just leave it here for ya guys to read.

I’m gonna quote The New Paper’s Net Buzz for this post. It’s really funny and You all should have a good laugh every now and then.

“ When I was thwenty-three,I married a widow who was pretty as could be.This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red.My father fell in love with her, and soon the two were wed.

This made my dad my son-in-law amd changed my very life. My daughter was my mother, for she was my father’s wife. Although it brought me joy, I soon become the father of a bouncing baby boy.

My little baby then become a brother-in-law to dad. And so become my uncle, though it made me very sad. For if he was my uncle, thenthat also made him brother to the widow’s grown-up daughter who, of course, was my stepmother.

Father’s wife then had a son, who kept them on the run. And he become my grandson, for he was my daughter’s son. My wife is now my mother’s mother and it makes me blue. Because, although she is my wife, she is my grandma too.“

WHoo-pee Doo!! GET THIS! I got shortlisted for NOISE SINGAPORE festival to be held on the 9th of November! Alrite me, man! I still can’t believe the awesomeness of getting selected. Its going to be exposure! SUPER EXPOSURE! It’ll definately helps me in joining NAFA or somethin.

Mode now: BLISS

EMOTION: =]

Noise Singapore is a festival acknoledging Young unknown artist that is trying hard to make an impact.

HEHES!

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So all of you outthere!

Be sure to mark 9th of november on your calenders!! Coz that is teh day i’ll be shocasing my works with  the rest of teh design gods! YAY ME!!

UPDATE MORE AS I GOT MORE INFO!!

This week especially has been really hectic what with the one week school hols and eveything. And werking non-stop for fourteen days straight isn’t really a good idea. But I don’t have much of achoice unless of course all u readers out there would want to donate some money to me. It’s for my school fees starting next year, usee. I’ve got good intentions.Don’t Worry about it.Yeah. I’m Goin NAFA. Nanyang Academy Of Fine Arts.

Ok. I feel like I’m getting bullied by the crews at LUGE. But what the hell. Ill prove my worth real soon IF they didn’t stop. They would’nt really wanna mess with me.

My moms gotten real mad coz I did’nt send her money. But what the hell. I’ve onli got like 300++ and Im using that money to build my portfolio. But does she knows? NOpe.Nothing. Zilch. Zero. Now I’m left with 100 bucks after giving awae a hundred to her. Oh well,Pay days comin up again. Hopefully no hassle this time.

ALrite then. Gotta go. Work Man..

PEACE.