new link to public photobucket just got this thread, yeh tony told me something about churches and tombs, that he'd never tag one cuz it just wasn't right, anything else was fair game eh.. no explanations needed. as for the pword i dont want to hear any BS, some ppl were trying to delete some of his stuff cause they thought it would get em in trouble anyways, i don't care just dont message me about that, as for his emails, they are empty because hotmail/ yahoo deletes everything after 3 months of inactivity. flickr account only had 1 pic i think http://www.flickr.com/photos/49457694@N00/ rip tony and your baby bro and sis really miss you too dude... peace
bees late for a eulogy I am far from BS posts, randomly got my comp reformatted and found this that I had written too long ago, i didn't know where else to put it. ....it seems that as we drift and make our arbitrary way, there can be a lack understanding as to the full purpose and result of our actions. yet somehow, in faith, we trudge forward and count small victories without full comprehension of the sum total of our human lives. in this mess we find love as a spark of divinity, sublime sublimation, the championing of beauty, indulgence, karma shifting, the arena for the suffering and joy of life. when we find these reflections and begin the conversation, an affection, loyalty, and depth of understanding can be cultivated that brings friendships into the realm of chosen family. antonio was one of those landing points in my life that i am forever grateful for. antonio was a curious mixture of contradictory forces; rejecting the definitions of success yet secretly yearning for a little bling, he was at once stubborn yet totally accepting of others, a sad man who just wanted to make everyone laugh, obsessed with beginning projects and every time was just fuckin in it to finish them. ....he had a long time dream of changing the ordinary and creating artistic chaos. He was a solo person, very much alone, and maintained so many now spoken on forums allegiances and friendships. Mad beef and still passions pushed him past it....fuck it, he ain't paintin for you bitch. ...he talked a yarn and had a pressing need to impress himself on his surroundings. other times he wanted to retreat into privacy and sample the world from afar. if he had a camera in his hand, guaranteed he was going to take at least 1 picture of himself, but he wasn't outwardly vain. he loved characterizing his chosen ones with signature hilarious phrases and nicknames, was at times easily irritated, but carried with him a sweetness and a generosity of spirit that lit up any situation he or i were in.... he admired his friends and was admirable. he was a painter, a true artist, anime bewilderer, graff smasher, music entangler, a logical dreamer, a counseler, and a friend. waste and i together spoke a secret language of love and acceptance that brought out the loyal protectors in us both. we were such a convergence of light that sometimes we were blinded; well matched, ill suited, bowers of shade, co-conspirators, absolutely taken with one another from our first conversation. we shared many moments of supreme satisfaction and total disappointment, we threaded ourselves together in such a way that we were bound through a unique connection that served to teach us both many lessons. he instinctively understood the rhythm of my heart, and we matched our beats to make a music with a delicately goofy and hypnotic dance. there is solace in knowledge of an eternal companionship. i can only hope that somehow our energies are still bound, and that in all of us tony found many shoulders or rather for most reading this, eyes to a screen, ears to a phone, to bear his earthly burdens. through our devotion to the memories we created with him, we send him off on his next magical trip with a lightened heart. forever i will miss the boy that i loved and that so unconditionally loved me. i only hope that us the living (left-behind-for-now) treasure what it is that we still have that he no longer accesses; make it plain to those we love that in witnessing one another we receive a blessing of the highest order. Bind the treasures in our art and friendships, find pleasures in simple, and take nothing for granted, speak our hearts, so we know and those that we love, KNOW they have touched and forever changed us, and have that shoulder we all need. I carry with me through the end of my days this dark guilt of not making sure that he knew, not being as blunt or loud as he. In the same breath, I carry him with me. Sculpting my tommorrows in memories of yesterday. All growth has come swift for me and whoa waste was too sudden, there is no choice but to admit defeat, no words can change this history. I have put in print so uncomfortably, I love you Antonio, throughout infinitly. rest in beast ass pieces waster12
man i remember the first time i saw his roller on CDN street , shits mad big. but you guys gotta face it this man had mad beef
its something most real writers and most real bombers tend to collect with fame comes haters 3 days.... le sigh a long december, an theres reason to belive...
gonna have to go paint this year....well i did last year, but i am going to have to somehow get some money to do a piece...got fuck all money, going away in 10 days to australia, low on money, but high on hope...i will get something done for him!
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RIP WASTER... HAPPY an UNHAPPY BIRTH AND DEATH DAY even though your gone we still a team dedicated cas real ***** do real things... throw um up... started a horrible addiction to heroin 2 years ago relapsing to cop with his death... maybe its about time to get off the shit.... woke up this mornin with lumps in my throat and that was before i even seen the date... stop by and say hi old friend... ill be waitin... unless the metor shower tonight was for/from you....
Remember getting the text from you two years ago on this day, couldn't believe that shit RIP Waster, my buddy. It's been 2 years too long.