maybe you should too

the kite club is back! next to the atm at the hospital end of victoria rd, darlinghurst.

just off bayswater rd, kings cross.

hey dudes

its been a while.


i mean, who doesnt? (at the Gaslight)



for all the kids bumping ketamine (at the Annandale)



who are these kids? they used to put stuff up around all over Chippendale once upon a time.



oh dear (the Metro, i think)



no comment (Gaslight)



ohhhhhh, she loves it therefore it must be true (the Metro)



Campbell and Commonwealth St rprznt!

hardcore

so i went to my first hardcore/screamo gig last nite (Underoath to be exact) and i was please to find the kids musings scrawled on the toilet walls did not disappoint! i found these two absolute gems on the back of this door/ad.

i love 'i am a symbol of integrity and strength. i do not stand for frugality or excess'. haha, whats wrong with these kids?, isnt that the point of being eighteen?

meta-post

A new breakthrough in blogging. Here is a photo of some graffiti in the carpark under Sydney's Menzies hotel - possibly the worst-designed and creepiest car park i have ever been in. I am told it was originally built to house trams, and converted to a carpark much later. Would not surprise me at all if hitmen hung out there. And below, a photo of yours truly taking a photo of said graff. Enjoy.

profound shit

These lovelies are a write-in from the Alberta Street Pub men's room in downtown Portland, USA. Romance is not dead.



If you can't read the one above it says
'How can romance be dead
White people write
About themselves
On bathroom walls

in-carriage philosophy

seen yesterday.. no picture - because it was written in black on the black back of a seat on the train: "if you really listened, what would you hear?"

when i grow up

the thing with going to more than one pub a night is, sometimes you forget where the graffiti you took a photo of is from. this is either from the cricketer's arms or the hopetoun in surry hills. can anyone confirm?

what what? in the butt

these are some gems from last friday night at the Cricketer's Arms in Surry Hills. the title comes from a piece that I did attempt to take a photo of, but it turned out marginally less than legible because of my shitty camera phone. but here are the others:

i wasn't aware fairy princesses were of pub-going age, or perhaps someone just never really grew up:

not exactly what you want to read when going to the loo, but great all the same (looks kinda like henry rollins, don't you think?):