That wall of graffiti was great, like the sort of stuff you’d see in a prison cell. Mystifying and sublime, but ultimately they took the seat off the toilet because of untoward activity and I think that kind of put an end to some of the best writings.
]]>I’m pink therefore I’m Spam.
and
There I was, standing in a room full of men in white sheets,
I stood up and yelled ” What about Sidney Poitier”,
boy did I have a lot to learn.
weird eh?
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