Showing posts with label Bones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bones. Show all posts

Monday, May 18, 2009

Letters

The things you find in the dark, dirty, and damp places of the city.




Friday, May 8, 2009

Graff Purge

“Writing is a form of personal freedom. It frees us from the mass identity we see in the making all around us. In the end, writers will write not to be outlaw heroes of some sub-culture, but mainly to save themselves, to survive as individuals.”








Sunday, April 12, 2009

Scrap Yard

Made a trip to Seattle's ugliest yard this weekend. I can't stand this place. Also if you get the itch to paint a 10 foot character from Afro Samurai please do us all a favor and repress it.