Face 2 Face
Out of space.
Nowhere to sit.
I sat down across from him.
He wrote in the dark.
So secretive. So myterious. So insecure.
Journals, fictional stories and miscellaneous illustrations compile into stacks of little black notebooks.
He wrote in 6-point fonts.
He checks out graffiti artists.
I told him about Craig and Banksy.
I wish I still had my book.
He took off.
And I studied philosophy.
Craig's Comix
Nowhere to sit.
I sat down across from him.
He wrote in the dark.
So secretive. So myterious. So insecure.
Journals, fictional stories and miscellaneous illustrations compile into stacks of little black notebooks.
He wrote in 6-point fonts.
He checks out graffiti artists.
I told him about Craig and Banksy.
I wish I still had my book.
He took off.
And I studied philosophy.
Craig's Comix
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