Running into Profanity
This is graffiti at its purest. Unadulterated, indiscriminate rage. With a modicum of attention to penmanship, to ensure the message gets through.
This is graffiti at its purest. Unadulterated, indiscriminate rage. With a modicum of attention to penmanship, to ensure the message gets through.
Spotted this a week or so ago, just outside of Spruce Park. I really wish I knew the backstory behind this, and what led someone to take the time to crave this word into the wet cement.
You have to understand – there was a good deal of pausing between the first few messages. Just out of nowhere, this shows up on my phone and it sits there. I can see the “…” showing me that the person on the other end of the phone is typing, but I’m just totally shocked and confused as to what’s happening.