VeryNearlyAlmost.. VNA.. the best street art magazine in existence
Tuesday, 23 November 2010
VNA
The first page of my interview with the incredible Miso in VNA Magazine.. to read the rest you'll have to buy yourself a copy!
VeryNearlyAlmost.. VNA.. the best street art magazine in existence
VeryNearlyAlmost.. VNA.. the best street art magazine in existence
Hope..
It can be hard to have hope when you are curled up in bed, battling the pain of what feels like 700 very small kangaroos boxing and kicking inside your intestines, it can be hard to see the bright side.
It can be hard to have hope when you have been battling the kangaroos for the past 15 years, when men with knives have repeatedly come and extracted the kangaroos from inside you, when other men with drugs have tried to kill the kangaroos.. and yet there they are. Kicking and punching and wrecking havoc inside.
It can be hard to have hope that one day they'll finally leave, after so many years of constant disappointment and constantly finding yourself back where you started.. with nothing positive to show for all that wasted time.
It can be hard to have hope when you hear the words 'this time it will help, we've had great results' for the thousandsth time.
It can be hard to have hope of any happy future when you waste away in a hospital bed with wires and tubes trying with all their might to do their best and keep you going.
It can be hard to have hope, but I've got you and you give me not only hope but the power to cope.
It can be hard to have hope when you have been battling the kangaroos for the past 15 years, when men with knives have repeatedly come and extracted the kangaroos from inside you, when other men with drugs have tried to kill the kangaroos.. and yet there they are. Kicking and punching and wrecking havoc inside.
It can be hard to have hope that one day they'll finally leave, after so many years of constant disappointment and constantly finding yourself back where you started.. with nothing positive to show for all that wasted time.
It can be hard to have hope when you hear the words 'this time it will help, we've had great results' for the thousandsth time.
It can be hard to have hope of any happy future when you waste away in a hospital bed with wires and tubes trying with all their might to do their best and keep you going.
It can be hard to have hope, but I've got you and you give me not only hope but the power to cope.
Peace out from a kangaroo battling Elf x
Sunday, 14 November 2010
I Hate You
Listening to you makes me want to claw my own eardrums out using a ferocious, miniature kitten who has a complex which allows him to believe my eardrums are tiny mice he must hunt and savage.
You are truly one of those sycophantic idiots who is so desperately obsessed with their own life that you can't possibly begin to comprehend anyone else around you and how penetratingly irritating your loud, incessant yapping is to them. On a coach full of people where 95% are asleep it does not enter your petulant mind to shut the fuck up, or at least keep your constant whining down.
'I'm hot. I feel like I'm on a sweatbox. This is the worst journey ever. I can't believe there is still 2 more hours to go'
No, neither can I, two more hours of your childish moans to endure. God kill me now. Did it ever occur to you that the person you are talking to is right next to you, it obviously did as you keep mentioning how squashed you are (which would not be a problem were it not for your fat ass) you therefore do not need to screech and scream your complaints to him, you unholy lump of noise.
The emergency exit is just there, perhaps I can relieve you of your cramped conditions?
You are truly one of those sycophantic idiots who is so desperately obsessed with their own life that you can't possibly begin to comprehend anyone else around you and how penetratingly irritating your loud, incessant yapping is to them. On a coach full of people where 95% are asleep it does not enter your petulant mind to shut the fuck up, or at least keep your constant whining down.
'I'm hot. I feel like I'm on a sweatbox. This is the worst journey ever. I can't believe there is still 2 more hours to go'
No, neither can I, two more hours of your childish moans to endure. God kill me now. Did it ever occur to you that the person you are talking to is right next to you, it obviously did as you keep mentioning how squashed you are (which would not be a problem were it not for your fat ass) you therefore do not need to screech and scream your complaints to him, you unholy lump of noise.
The emergency exit is just there, perhaps I can relieve you of your cramped conditions?
Peace out from an irritated Elf x
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