I came one here because i felt the need to reply to both of Tony's parents.. I just wanted to say that i find it sad, really sad that both of you now fight about who was a better parent than the other.. While i am sure, Tony would have loved to see you both fighting over who was a better parent than the other when he was still around. Unfortunatly he didn't get to see this, even though he had wished for it many times. Tony has said to me many times that his mother and father were eqaully at fault, and eqaully good parents, in differant ways. I will not name the good and the wrong, because it was personal to Tony. And i am sure he would have liked to keep it that way. I am not judging his mother or his father. Because i wasn't there with Tony at those times. But even though i wasn't around, i also know Tony is not a liar, and when he said something, it was true. I have loved and always will love Tony with my heart, body and soul. And promised him i would forever, and i am keeping this promise. All i can say more is, keep the good memories you've had with Tony alive right next to you heart, but don't try and fight about these memories to have more than another. Tony wouldn't have wanted this. Because if you simply think about it, nobody would want that. I love you, and miss you sweet Tony. Nas.
iiv only just been able to get on the web but was told about this the other week. rest in paint waster. you were an ill dude to talk to late at night n shit, you gave me tips n comments. ill miss talking to you and seeing your pics. peace.
thats some fucked up shit. close to a year and i pop back on these forums and alot of the people i knew is dead. I already had a hard enough ime dealing with deaths this year. didnt really need to be proved wrong after reading this whole thread thinking it was a hoax. Rest in Power! Gone but not forgotten.
i should not be saying this on here, but for your information, "Diana", antonio was not always alone in the metro stations, i think i would know that for a fact. -Owkay.
complexity formed through the outside in pacing my minds crevices and cracks where do i begin i keep tracing traintracks far off my map to the place where original sinks in graffiti and where we began psykaos... your were trying as best as you knew your anime i encouraged graffiti unnoticed until 2002 i think June... in time you flourished and found your way decided to stay your persistance i'll say somehow found it's way to the top shelves of my boundries daily peeking in sending emails and whispers your ambition to reach me astounded me somedate i can't recall i must have had a crack in my walls you came prancing in out of a forum of a thousand or three you took my homeade inks and hung on each word i could speak you sent me pics of pots boiling your mothers sink soiling asking more and more tips from grundmuh bee your will and drive somehow impressing me we sat mediocre until things went down and my back slowed me the man sat me down and tossed off my crown i was busted and i trusted your innocence only then could you catch up to me... boy you were sneaky with your loving heart you instantly told me i was your friend and that we'd keep growing with promises and knowing you said to me this is where we begin.... its you i denied until that life changing night the phone i put down and it rang twice i answered with what kid your voice stumbled for ground to soothe me 6 or 7 hours we both dropped ego and power and i know that night in olympia i finally let you into all of me my mind my skys my art my smiles but more to the pain our lives witnessed you shared with me from sail storys to dreams your thoughts your hopes and your fears you told me your secrets and held mine as thorned roses your not one to cut you showed me how to trust again you were decent and kind you never were blind to the fact of just how much i needed and loved you too you found a true friend i had buried within from internet and random phonecalls you strolled in my halls and painted my walls with your young yet insane wisdom now it's 6 years later remembering i was a waster hater long before you began to begin and in time you wrecked shit the metro i got flicks you hit them towers, rooftops and walls called me right after you fell down with laughter from the bridge not bearing your fall you sat up till 6 to make sure the flicks were in my inbox and shrine skipping a year or 3 of getting to know bee to the point where you find that you miss her somewhere profound and you cannot get down with this longing this love you insisted the more i resisted the more you insisted that your love for me had no bounds as i make my rounds i cannot shut down the powerful connection we made tattooed a bee on a cherry blossom your body said it made you feel closer to me my face turns shades eyes hazy tears of rage how many times have we saved each others minds and how did i not see you shout? i had no idea what that letter was about i reread and feel deceived that the love letter writings blended into the files i kept and never told you about it sounded the same except in this text you added his name to well wishes and support in my changes and steps you wished me sunny days and to remain my heart the same you said you were always concerned and wanted your turn to say that someone is always watching out for me it wasn't quite so clear you had a plan here to let me read your peace not your anger and greif and for that gentle touch i respect you more i'm counting the days you've been there in ways my voice has no way to rejoice you saved my life yeah readers thats right febuary 06 was a bitch when all else fell down near death and hospital gowns were all that surrounds noone in sight was there with me your selfless acts and constant loving attacks on my spirit and heart are blistered saying thank you is small for the love and the quarrels that brought you truth to hold me so tightly i'm just trying to put something down pick my head from this ground when all i want is to hear you smiling this last image in my brain its burned a finality for all i thought could be turned i'm so unsure of how death and life interact i'm looking into others eyes wandering what is the fact emerged in guilt you were so alone my sweet little drone i feel the need to say i was getting back to you i called early the next day you didn't give me time to respond those letters blew me away so concerned and confused this change in your news you went thru hell and then man, you basked you were so set and sure changing thru the realities you'd just grasped my heart is broken in pieces true blue antonio i held such love for you i stand on flatblack and summer squash praying that the memories they won't run i'm not pouring my heart out i'm not here for release i'm quite uneasy and trying to deal making graff movies from glass broken it seems are all those dreams you held me to the last just typing the words freestyles not reciting i need to get this out the tears are deep sometimes they don't fall not a sudden leak i hold them in my lids cause when they open i still get the notion you'll wipe them in a flash ...something to take my mind off this bring me back to where we squirreled pink puffballs cotton candy drips the hive that you made me i have my flashlight it's been saving me but lifes rearranged by this tragic act i close my eyes and cannot decide where to put this image at each time i see the last i will see of you the thought comes close and swift no more lips tattooed late nights no more voices to calm can't keep you from harm adopting the right suspicions i hear our friendship say to me stay blinded by ambition i am pushing down on my heart it's so full of dismay you would tell me to just go through it he swore he could save you his sweet little bee save yourself and let him be nourished by your secrets this is my weakness getting so close then learning they choked on the words they no longer could speak scared of what the future holds i'm tarnished by my past and if there is a god up there apologize for me for joking in mass i can't tear off this mask i wear that said this all is fucking fair that all is fair in love and war should i bail you out or do my hair resenting people i do not know only shadows from your words crying myself to sleep each night i've seen your energy here gathered in shrouds of light quite like techni-color and quite like deep stained glass i miss your crazy ass every part of you eeyore tags in purple hues screaming my soul this can't be true but gonzo sent the photographs i know its real just don't know how to deal my body and soul cannot relax i needed to write and get something out all i've found here is culdesacs signs marked no nowhere else to go thought i'd try and grasp the beginning cause i hate this ending just thought i'd try words spelled out i thought this was a way of working something out...... my head is in a spin i retreat again within....all i ask is to remember your laugh...and that bet we made, you win.
J'ai paint un rip pour waster today..no flix..mais si quelqun va au t-a si vousd pouvez le prendre..cest sur un petit pilone..jaune et blanc avec des nuages..merci quand meme........Love ya waste Tu vas toujours me manquer, dans les bons moments ou mauvais. Je vais toujours penser à toi. Je vais toujours te remercier pour ce que tu disais. Si seulement tout sa serait pas arriver....si seulement une petite chose qui serait arrivé aurait changer tes pensés...si seulement tu serais avec nous RIP man
This is depressing news for all of us. Of course Antonio was closer to some people than others, but I believe he touched all of us in some way. For others who commented on his work, and shouting their respect for him, I do as well. However, a little softer. I never knew Antonio except to perhaps grasp a small fraction of his being through the art he produced. I cannot quite say how this affects me, but I can tell you all who are taking this difficultly, that it affects me deeply. I have had the same misfortune to deal with a few times before. The wounds will heal with time, that I can assure you. Although there will be scars to last your lifetime, may you not remember him with the pain in your heart and tears in your eyes. May the scars be a gentle reminder of who Antonio is. He still lives through the awesome memories of each person he has touched. Do not weep his passing, celebrate his life and what he gave, because that is the kind of person we all want to remember for the rest of our lives. May you finally rest in tranquility, mein Antonio. Feliks
can anyone suggest a free video upload site that allows for longer than 15 minute videos?? I am having some trouble with this...grrr.. well, here is all of the movie i could upload so far...more to come, hopefully the full version sooner than later....thanks...just pm me ok thanks... click the fullsize button on photobucket page that opens... or try the link it's being ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p256/be...nt=waster12.flv
I have a whole freggin movie made honey...I just can't seem to find a way to host it...his dad bought the domain name Waster12 so together we are putting all his art online....I will keep trying until that is up and running to share... I have soooooooooooooooooo many flicks...like 3000 graff and about 3000 sketches...this is the only way i can see it happenin...ahh i'll keep ya posted on what i get going on......oh yeah...when you get to photobucket screen, click the fullsize button....mwah
ummm try the link... I have to find a site that can host it.... photobucket only took the first 5 minutes...:-(
nah it's too big....my friendboy's homie has a yahoo server so he's gonna upload it for me and give me some domain ish......? so when thats that, i will post link and you can watch or download... it's strange...some people can see it on photobucket and some of you can't hmmm...i'll get back okie dokie.