Byline: Famous Monsters Part 6: Demonic Testimony
I stand before you this month with no reservation. Intent on being
defenseless, I offer no eye contact, yield no commitment, wipe my heart off my
Witnessing another season of pop stars, it's hard not to feel
bitter. All the leftovers are left for the looters. Culture has lost some
luster, lost some lust while robber barons fetish over fuel, topping off their
Charging defendants with dirty hands while high ups are
floundering on all fronts is contentious. When no wrongs are being righted
the only thing to do is expect less.
Every person is entitled to be
valued by their best moments. Yet we often judge each other based on our
worst. No justice is impartial.
Rule of law is its own religion and
I find it hard to kneel for something that I can't feel. Quality of life is
forsaken for order while qualified folks find better things to do than serve
Serving style has always been my favorite faith based
activity. I've gotten no kick backs, no federal grants, no love from a
government filled with hate and fear.
Graffiti speaks through people
as music does. And like music, the most vital element of graffiti is its
disposability. By obsessing over the aesthetics of graffiti, we run the risk
of making them too precious, and lose the instant debris factor that makes it
such a subversive joy.
There is beauty in not knowing who devised the
graffiti that captures your attention, or what tradition it corresponds to.
Sometimes you don't want to know. You just know that it made the rooftop or
freight train look a little more dangerous as you passed by.
of the jury and parties for the plaintiff stare me down as if a demon is in
their midst. But I'm too divine, marching into municipal court laughing at
the subpoenaed principals. I maintain my glib edge while listening to the
complaint filled docket. With callous disregard, I rest my case and await
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