I pound the Pavement, slowed by grass.
The city is my pride.
Fresh chalk sticks tinkering in my pockets.
messages churning in my brain.
If I had three things to say before I died.
What would they be?
The real question is, Do I have enough Chalk?
My Unknown Street name is Cupid MAFIA.
Currently, I'm scouting out areas to draw around it.
I support bio-degradeable materials, because I'd be rather unamused if some punk sprayed my house too.
My hits are commonly city property, with which is often the audery of the public.
Is it illigal, what if I get caught?
I think about this a lot. I figure; if I am carrying a bottle of water, i'll happily clean it off. (then come back later to mess it up again)
Some time, I would love to build a crew or join.
But I only want reliable creative people. Not just bloody 'friends'.
At the moment, I'm trying my hand at skate boarding... even though I don't know how to exactly Ollie, I still read Transworld SKATEBOARDING and buy boards to paint.