.sigh. tomarrow, toomarrow.... i love ya... tomarrow... its only...a day...away as a tear rolls down my face.... lol and u used to say theres no crying in graffiti...
happy bday today you passed, a fucking year ago today... i cant belive it... god i miss you so much man, me and kasm are supposed to go painting today in your name, i suggest everyoone else ayleast to a RIP Waster12 for him today so that his name can still live on... [Broken External Image]:http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/599/respectcopy1gj9sc0.jpg
painted soem hot spot and forgot to do the uni inside the holes ill putup some waster's when i fix it rip sick cunt
I love you...I miss you infinite. It's been a solid year without you now this early morning head is swarming looking at this sorrow from a distance I feel my heart has less resistance to ache and twist and bend my life undone, magically sung I know my changes arent random they came from my angel you. every tear has shed and been replaced... And yet, every day that passes, I feel your absence from my space... Sometimes you take me unaware, in a word, a look, a song, graff... Tickles my middles and makes me laugh At times when I am in the midst of living you touch me .......you constrict my heart. One shuddering sob escapes and I am momentarily abandoned and forlorn. This is the cost of bee still loving. Two souls so wholly wed That though you are no longer here, You are alive in me . . . in my memory, my ache, and my one regret. I understand death has no use for time no time is any better, any worse cancel twenty one years or eighty-nine love's a loss we can't reimburse each of us lives for an eternity dying only after our finding forever early or late, we vanish equally all unconscious of the ties we sever no longer either separate or together beautiful wings dreamed of these things feel you all around me.... 365 rewind the mind gesus and the party the confusion and conclusion the package saved a story If I knew then what i know now i'd have been there canada no worries the words rush in then they get stuck in my throat closing shut mind is open heart it aches i took a morning walk down the tracks knowing to embrace the fact that you are just not coming back.... Stay nearer to me Speak clearer to me ...these nightmares I ride dreams and future are denied Wrap me in your art and memories I am flat black summer squash i resent you for this misery I miss you beyond any word delivery bee12 vitamins eat em up when i need strength embrace the past wear a mask complete the task your name will never die for where you left your walk we motherfucking stalk paint the memories clean ink stains stickers cling its all i can do to show respect and honor you Un-Happy Birthday to you... Only one thing really to say today... Resist or not the pain forces the prayer to no end, no choice no decision i'll post it here the quote that gorges through tattooed skin Rest in Peace my sweetest friend.
C'est pas aujourd'hui sa fête. C'est demain, le 14 décembre. Pis yé pas encore mort. Ca fait pas un an. Yé pas mort encore. Arrêtez de dire un an. Yé pas encore mort.
ive slept i the past week what i should in one night.. in anticipation of days to come. its strange how indifferent anticipation is to individual temperament. maybe thats been working in my favor lately. i woke up this morning, steady sober, not knowing where i was. it took me a while to care. my head felt like it was filled with cement and in my stomach was a sickening pain like i was missing something so quintessential i did a mental checklist of organs and body parts to make sure i was still whole. vision blurry, i started to head downtown until realized i could barely see at all.. thick warm tears streamed down my face.. i was crying this whole time and didnt even realize until i almost rear ended a school bus. i pulled over for a second and thought to myself, 'this is going to be a long day.' im pretty thankful we're planning on piecing today. i could really use an outlet and my friends. i miss the shit out of you tony... but i know you know that. 12<3
This cunt was like a god.. -remember when i first visited bombing science as a wee tacker,waster was the real deal, the one and only inspiration, I've never been one for words but i feel compelled to let you all know just how much Antonio really meant dude was a madcunt for real...rest in paradise 12,Cant wait to say hi...
Rest in peace, homie. We miss you like nothing else...The greatest inspiration of my artistic career left us a year ago today. And I can't pick up pencil without shaking today. I put some things up on DevArt as well... Gesus, that memorial song you produced won't leave my head...It's amazing.
...the family told me dec 13th is what they were told form doctors and thats what im going with... as for its not a celebration? fuck that, its a celebration of his life and his work
I didn't say celebration, I said his birthday is tomorrow. The translation in english is not the same. And well it's prolly dec 13 at night or something like that. Because at this time of the day last year I was talking to him on msn.
gebus's post in 666 thread compeled me to pay my respects the fire escape waster is dope REST IN PARADISE
oh yeah i used a translator cas i cant read nor speak french.... yeah yeah but 12/13 day or night its still the same,,, but im headingg out, its raining but hoefully it will be dry eoungh for me and kasm to paint for um...
I'd come out with the two of you guys, but I'm pretty sick, I'll be looking forward to flicks though love yall RIP 12