Here's some graffiti I decided to take pictures of.
You're gone, and that means we're never going to laugh again over the fact that the only day I didn't wear my lucky helmet, a ceiling fan fell on my head.
Do ever think, "GOD provides for our needs. Even our need to, at sometime, die."
Sometimes it just feels like it would be a hell of a lot easier if I didn't have to deal with this.
I don't see in my dreams. I just sense what's going on. There are no images, only existence.
We're shooting stars anymore,But we don't know what we're shooting for,We're burning out from the core,We're going down in flames, and still crave more.
If the moon were made of cheese, we might have a temporary solution to world hunger. But we would have a moldy, spoiled cheese problem at some point.