As I was groovin' to some of these 90's era hiphop tracks, I noticed in this video the level of appreciation that goes into the artwork known commonly as grafitti; or 'vandalism' if you're the owner of the place that's now covered in cheap, knock-off, Krylon. If some of these artists were to somehow combine their talents with the meme bakers of this 'ePosse,' we could have a new modern Renaissance at our fingertips.
The rebellious nature of tagging up a subway car, especially if it's in motion, is a staple of inner-city rites of passage. To bake a topkek dank MOAB one-pager is the sheer essence of what it is to be a street-professor, tending to the red-pilling minds like crops, in the neighborhood; as if it were fields of pearlescent GIF-gold.
Here we are, basking in the warm glow of a large neon, Q, in the shop window of a local print shop connected to our minds, hearts, and 'pits of passion' dick/balls + pussy/clits, as a hive-like collective. With all of the shouting, screaming, loud discussions, calm exchanges, quiet gatherings, silent sharing, and sneaky slips of the pinky; one tends to forget to marvel at the absolute awesome power this one place has, and will continue to have, in regard to the influence, credibility, fondness, respect, and most importantly, trust.
This is, in this anon's humble opinion, the very core of the Anon eTORnal-eQuætion. eternal equation, kek
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