Nothing is for sale

Total bullshit. Everything is, even if it doesn’t exist.

I know, another rambling of an idealist trying to change the world. Well, I’m not. I’m just trying to document my point.

I’m a fan of street art. Its sarcastic, funny, original and, most of all, independent. No two styles are the same when it comes to art. Whether it is writing, drawing, painting, acting, directing, it doesn’t matter. They’re all different (like fingerprints). An example of this is ABOVE and Banksy. I love Banksy and ABOVE, and while they both use stencil art (most of the time), they are still quite different. Eg: ABOVE’s work tends to be more colorful than Banksy’s (Being South African, I’ve actually seen the “Diamonds are a Woman’s Best Friend” piece by ABOVE). I’m also a fan of the local artist, Faith 47. But, I digress. 

Banksy made a film called ‘Exit Through The Gift Shop’. I saw this a while ago, but I re-watched it, and I’m not going to lie. I actually felt sick. Everything is for sale. Even art, and even art that isn’t yours. It’s sickening. Its like taking a mural, adding a line though it and calling it yours. The artist I am talking about it MBW (Mister Brainwash aka Thierry Guetta). He states that everyone is being brainwashed and they don’t know left from right because they’re not allowed to. But his very nature shows that he himself has become an inflicter of such methods, as well as being the victim. 

It’s a bit disappointing, really.

Absolutely Nothing

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
and he called it “chops”
because that was the name of his dog
and thats what it was all about
his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
and his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts.
that was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
and he let them sing on the bus
and his little sister was born
with tiny nails and no hair
and his mother and father kissed alot
and the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
and his father always tucked him in bed at night
and was always there to do it

once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
he called it “Autumn”
because that was the name of the season
and that’s what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of the new paint
and the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
and left butts on the pews
and sometime they would burn holes
that was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
and the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
and the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
and his father never tucked him in bed at night
and his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it

once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
and he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
and that’s what it was all about
and his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
that was the year Father Tracy died
and he forgot how the end
of the Apostles’s Creed went
and he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
and his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
and the girl around the corner
wore too much make up
that made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because it was the thing to do
and at 3 am he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

that’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
and he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
because that’s what it was really all about
and he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
and he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen—-

Fuck Corporations! (Sent from iPhone)

So that’s exactly what people are like. 2 years ago, occupy Wall Street was created to show the 1% whose boss!… And then it was time for lunch, so they stopped by a McDonalds, and they wanted coffee so they went to a Starbucks, but they needed to make people aware that they were protesting the unjust, so they went on Facebook on their iPads and so on and so forth.

Hippocrates are all around us. Chances are that you believe in an idea so strong, but you defied the idea anyway because: how else are we meant to live? Capitalism is now the only way of life, and its aggressive and ruthless.

Proof of this? Me. A Marxist preaching his ideas on Tumblr

whoever reblogs this by the 4th of April will have their url written on tape and stuck throughout various parts of the world!

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writing down all urls in 1 hour so get reblogging!

It’s going until the 4th. My brother is going so he can take more!

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