WHITEWASH

During the late 20th Century, the following anonymous graffiti was spray painted across Southern California on surfaces of numerous buildings, sidewalks, freeways, freestanding structures, trees, picture windows, various motor vehicles, and official sites:

I love your tears when they splash against the emptiness of your insincerity.  You mean nothing to me now that I know what lies are for.

Also;
Loco, you are too crazy for words.  Loco, you are too bountiful to reconcile with your own ego.  What?  Am I supposed to beg you for my life?  Shoot this up your arm and float up the L.A. River if you can.

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Laws are metaphors for corruption.  Break the pen, tear the sheet of paper, let’s crush the fingers of those who dare to write new laws.  Annihilate those who attempt to enforce false concepts.

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The people are never united.  The people are never defeated.  The people are always in flux.

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So easy to vacillate.

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Ban the bomb with aplomb.

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Sex for one and all, all the time, never ending, squirming, squirting, squeezing, an orgy of nothingness resulting in reckless self-deflection, anti-erection, evaporator of youth, enhancement of consciousness, autoerotic denials screaming in the gutter, until it implodes in ecstasy, blows your mind, eliminates all time.  Don’t touch me.

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My blood contains the detritus of nuclear fallout, smog, junk food, and off-the-shelf pharmaceuticals. Do not be astonished or appalled.  Stand back.  Blood pours freely.

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Whisper in your own private slang.  Action without movement.  Effect without affect.  Avoid the eternal gaze.

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I’m not exotic.

 

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Kiss my lips before they die.

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Repeat offender.  Repeat offender.  Repeat offender.  Repeat offender.  Repeat offender.  Repeat offender.  Repeat offender.  Repeat offender.  Repeat offender.  Repeat offender.  Repeat offender.  Repeat offender.  Repeat offender.  Repeat offender.  Repeat offender.  Repeat offender.  Repeat offender.

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They used a gun to erase the rebellious urge.  They used brute force to erase the marks that were left on the walls.  They used myths to redefine your beliefs.  They abused your perfection.

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Yes, she walked through the clouds and he marched into the flames.  Reverse your trajectory before it is too late.

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Your poetry illuminates me.  Your art excites me.  Your very being entices me to glance at the possibilities that coexist within our intermingled layering of meaning.

Also;
What is that word in your mouth?
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Whitewash  ©2013, Harry Gamboa Jr.