About 2 weeks ago I was checking up on a good friend’s blog and saw that he was starting a magazine and was doing a contest for Tumblr. He was asking for a blueprint of a piece and the final product up. Now I had no interest in doing this because my skills are barely touching mediocre but I wanted to try anyways.

So my brother and I went to re rack, bout 10-15 cans deep, 7 Rustos and 8 Stocks. We started mobbing around the old territories and reclaiming what we once knew belonged to us. About an hour past midnight we came across the wall we did our pieces on. The smiles we’re bout to crack from our faces till we realized that it was bombed from existence! So what do we do? We reclaim whats ours.

I missed the adrenaline spending over 20 minutes in an illegal spot straight painting. Hopefully I can evolve from my rebirth in the near future. Just can’t stop whats going so good. 

the3rdelement:

KLOR (123klan)

Klor is one of the true queens with a can.

…will never be the continuation like I was. They will have no ties to where I came from but what I’ve loved. My child’s heritage will be the people he will be proud of, not ashamed as I was.

I, for once, am filled with them.

When it comes to an everyday life in society, being as social as I can be is what I love to do. But when the cans and markers are at my fingertips, competition is my thirst. It was said, Graffiti is the world’s most competitive sport, I believe in this. I love beef, I love hate, and it all starts when I say it does.

Tomorrow is the deathiversary of my big brother, Arthur Evangelista. There is so much going on in my life right now that I wish he could be here for. I want to tell him how I’m gonna be a father soon with the girl I’m in love with. I’m 18 now and finally graduated. Tell him about how much has changed and how I moved out. That I have a new brother that’s taking care of me. I want to tell him how much I miss and love him. Enjoy our rooftop conversations.

My big brother, Arthur, is the reason why I live.

My son will be named after him.

ohhayyitscree:

My little darling, Nausicaa

This is one of four children we have now out of the 400,000 later.

Downtown lights impairing my vision.
Got my head spinning for collision.
Mixed in emotions for new found decisions.
My heart setting up a new long life mission.
Beginning with the wondering, concluding in discoveries.
Alone by myself is who I’m accompanied.
On a lone road in the search of somebody.
But I’m assuming tragedy with nobody.
Negativity is the epiphany of pessimism.
So optimism is my best bet for realism.
If my head’s held high with my feet in motion.
Will I find love and smiles for conclusion or illusions?
So here I go, breath held in throat.
Please don’t choke and follow my brick road.
Let everything flow and let the end slow.
So I can have every second of her soul.

-Sushi