when you blow your nose and the boogys are the color of the last peice you painted....my favorite or id have to go with when underneath your fingernails is a mixture of diff colors from all the paint that is just impossible to get out
when you pass a trainyard and try to find where the most rusted part of the fence is so you can cut through it later that night to get in
u kno ur addicted to this shit. or at least haaave been when you walk around town and your moving your head everywhere spotting different tags, throwups and bullshit anywhere you go. you kno your addicted when your even looking at the garbarge out there
You know your addicted when- You get caught by a ugly chick from your school and you flirt with her to avoid getting the police called on you.
you do finger tags on your steamy shower door every morning. im not the only one right? and ya i do the invisible can and wall thing too
no!...i just got out the shower and tagged the hole mirror ! at my job i always do huge extinguisher kind of tags on the walls with the soap hose...my job is to clean up a meat factory
You barely get into the game and paint once every two weeks. Suddenly it becomes once a week, then every other day, then you feel that you must every day. Then you have those struggles inside you about whether or not it is worth it. Then you do it again because you feel obligated. Because you love it. Your relationship with those close to you dwindle away. Other writers become your support. You don't see an end. You didn't even see the beginning. You're stuck, and getting up.
...You pick it up as adrenaline begins to run through our being as we give way to a creative form of behaving through our very nature, if people are gonna remain stagnant and ignorant in the cave with the fire and light there to be picked up and travelled with outwards into a prehistoric future than we might as well add some colour to the walls while we grow a pair of balls Damn imagine men fighting over territory without any legalities just the competition and you gotta be fast and the rush remains because bees get insane, painting on bedrock and shit, Indiana Jones should've took a can with him
you spend 40 mins in the shower bc you are doing handstyles in the fogged up mirror takes a can and pretend to piece a wall in your house invisable can to wall do heaven spots think about it pretty much everyday carry a marker around everywhere... literally and this : You barely get into the game and paint once every two weeks. Suddenly it becomes once a week, then every other day, then you feel that you must every day. Then you have those struggles inside you about whether or not it is worth it. Then you do it again because you feel obligated. Because you love it. Your relationship with those close to you dwindle away. Other writers become your support. You don't see an end. You didn't even see the beginning. You're stuck, and getting up.