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I'm going to speak my mind, so this won't take very long.

Despiite what they say graffiti is not the lowest form of art. Although you might have to creep about at night and lie to your mum it's actually one of the most honest art forms available. There is no elitism or hype, it exhibits on the best walls a town has to offer and nobody is put off by the price of admission.

A wall has always been the best place to publish your work.

The people who run our cities don't understand graffiti because they think nothing has the right to exist unless it makes a profit, which makes our opinion worthless.

They say graffiti frightens people and is symbolic of the decline in society, but graffiti is only dangerous in the mind of three types of people; politicians, advertising executives and graffiti writers.

The people who truly deface our neighbourhoods are the companies that scrawl giant slogans across buildings and buses trying to make us feel inadequate unless we buy there stuff. They expect to be able to shout their message in your face from every available surface but your never allowed to answer back. Well, they started the fight and the wall is the weapon of choice to hit them back.

Some people become cops because they want to make the world a better place. Some people become vandles because they want to make the world a better looking place.

Apo poli prin mekri ke tora,pisteva pos eine skliri,ke apofasismeni,na min ftasi os eki,alla tin teleftea stigmi paradhothike!? Tora!..na paradhotho ego?

Last one for now, probably my most favorite of all:

Night Thoughts

Stars, you are unfortunate, I pity you,
Beautiful as you are, shining in your glory,
Who guide seafaring men through stress and peril
And have no recompense from gods or mortals,
Love you do not, nor do you know what love is.
Hours that are eons urgently conducting
Your figures in a dance through the vast heaven,
What journey have you ended in this moment,
Since lingering in the arms of my beloved
I lost all memory of you and midnight.

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Another one of my favorites:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Passing stranger! you do not know
How longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking,
Or she I was seeking
(It comes to me as a dream)

I have somewhere surely
Lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other,
Fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,

You grew up with me,
Were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become
not yours only nor left my body mine only,

You give me the pleasure of your eyes,
face, flesh as we pass,
You take of my beard, breast, hands,
in return,

I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you
when I sit alone or wake at night, alone
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

Walt Whitman

a date with you
it will be like
a dream come true..

not due to lust
but i need you
and your love..

togetherness..
kisses....
i need you beside
me...
atleast for tonight
honey.........

longing for your
scent...
warmth and hot
body....and soul..!

lets drown in to
those precious moments
where our bodies
and souls cuddle...

come and meet me
hold me and
take me...
lets learn to
love each other
more wildly and truely..!!!!!!!!!!![/b]

THE MIRACLE OF FRIENDSHIP




There's a miracle called Friendship

That dwells within the heart

And you don't know how it happens

Or when it even starts.


But the hapiness it brings you

Always gives a special life

And you realize that Friendship

Is God's most precious gift.

Love is like a mountain hard to climb,

But once you get to the top

The view is beautiful.

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