in my ex school there was a bathroom with 3 closets: one was for “fascists” and write about them, one was for “commies” and write about them, and one was for taking big dumps and write about it
Do you try to be annoying or is it just innate ability?
sopha (#23820)
14 years ago
Good afternoon, folks. I am a toilet wall. You will appreciate that my perspective is rather different from yours since I am not just idly talking about something that is outside of my experience – I am in it: bleak reality, huge suffering, nothing enjoyably philosophical about my sorry tale. I was not asked: “Would you kindly let me scribble on you?“.—- But I will spare you the gory details. The scars are there for everyone to be seen –I am an open victim so to speak. If anyone is interested in becoming a “friend of abused toilet walls”, please give me a shout. The money will go towards treating victims as well as perpetrators: a very successfull toilet-wall-hugger and a gentle yet firm scribble- whisperer. 🙂
T.G. Fisher (#)
13 years ago
My favorite. Read from a toilet stall wall at the University of Texas,Austin, spring of 1969.
Your mother is done neither for critical acclaim nor financial rewards.
at her age, that sort of behavior could be compared to fucking a cold, stale, grilled cheese sandwich.
eww.
It is only natural that bathroom stalls should have the only PURE art in them. That is also where the majority of art critics are born!
in my ex school there was a bathroom with 3 closets: one was for “fascists” and write about them, one was for “commies” and write about them, and one was for taking big dumps and write about it
Wait, i’m not sure if there is a difference
MY MIND = BLOWN!
That’s not the first thing the writer has blown in a bathroom stall.
I wOnder if banksy pAints stUff in stAlls.
Do you try to be annoying or is it just innate ability?
Good afternoon, folks. I am a toilet wall. You will appreciate that my perspective is rather different from yours since I am not just idly talking about something that is outside of my experience – I am in it: bleak reality, huge suffering, nothing enjoyably philosophical about my sorry tale. I was not asked: “Would you kindly let me scribble on you?“.—- But I will spare you the gory details. The scars are there for everyone to be seen –I am an open victim so to speak. If anyone is interested in becoming a “friend of abused toilet walls”, please give me a shout. The money will go towards treating victims as well as perpetrators: a very successfull toilet-wall-hugger and a gentle yet firm scribble- whisperer. 🙂
My favorite. Read from a toilet stall wall at the University of Texas,Austin, spring of 1969.
“Is Lyndon Johnson a latent homosapiens?”
“Fuck NO!”