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.



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