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Hitler Bad, Graffiti Ehhh . . .

I’m not into graffiti. ‘Wild-style’ has been run into the ground for a least a decade, and tagging is as interesting as the twelve-year olds that engage in it. I’ve heard the argument that graffiti gives voice to the disenfranchised individual, but given its sheer volume in the urban environment I’d liken it to overloud cell phone conversations on a crowded bus: typically banal, and all too often just plain up in your shit.

Really, I haven’t seen much of interest in these parts since Dave quit with the dogs and Reminisce rode out of town. But today I ran across these:





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