Kill the poor as a branding gimmick? Or kill the poor as in literally?
Probably some twat that thinks they are clever but is just making a nuisance of themselves.
If you think you can write, write a book. If you don’t think your book will sell, write on social media or a blog
This is how idiots used to communicate, before social media gave them a global megaphone.
Assuming it is a Dead Kennedy’s reference.
Reminds me of this quote by Bruce Lee: ‘You will continue to suffer if you have an emotional reaction to everything that is said to you. True power is sitting back and observing everything with logic. If words control you that means everyone else can control you. Breathe and allow things to pass.’
Whoever did this getting off on the idea of a cleaner raging at it, when in reality, the cleaner probably doesn’t care because if it’s not that wall, they’d just be cleaning something else and getting the same pay.
Graffiti man watches too much TV.
Did they spell speech incorrectly at first?
He’s a homeless guy in north West london
Why is ‘help’ highlighted?! Otherwise I would have said someone’s been reading Atlas Shrugged. But that would have required an attention span
Agree with the second pic – that’s the importance of free speech. Nothing makes bigots look worse than when they don’t hide their thoughts.
Does anybody else think these images are at odds with each other? No 1 seems to be pro-money or pro-wealth. No 2 feels way more lefty/liberal. Or am I just being a bit dumb?
The broken window paradox.
Also, it’s ironic “speech” on the second image was initially misspelled.
That is some damn good penmanship.
What is he/she saying though?
Yes I’m being lazy
It’s from some homeless dude that is hanging around West Hampstead Overground Station I have been documenting his pavement art on my way to work,.
I know this stamp! Tramp, kill the poor, specifically on Finchley Road.
This is actually done by a guy named Mike! He signs his stuff “Tramp.” He’s often around the Overground stop by my house, so I’ve talked to him a bit – he’s very kind. I even wrote a story about him before I met him for my creative writing class:
*I see him nearly every day, the man with the dirty fingers. He’s gaunt, his hair’s a mess, and he’s often wearing a tattered sleeping bag as one might wear a cape. He usually sets up shop near the Overground station to catch commuters, but sometimes he prefers the Tube stop and once, the steps of the synagogue.
Despite his considerable height, he smiles, nods, tips his head in reverence as he asks for change, so I never feel scared. In fact, I quite like having him around: a fixture of the neighborhood; a symbol of normality. Most days he wears the same black trousers and scuffed black boots, but somehow it seems he acquires new (old) shirts all the time. He wears them layered, one on top of the other. I don’t know how he stands the heat.
It took a couple of months for me to piece together that he was the one leaving the messages. I began noticing them on the pavement, on postboxes, on estate agent signs. I’ve yet to spot him in the act but I know it’s him. His notes are always half-profound, just a few words away from Buddhist proverbs:
“Even if you can’t help me, PLEASE SMILE.”
“Catch the sunset, worth a £”
“I’m not feeling too creative but imagine I’ve written something that makes you feel grateful for the love in your life.”
His penmanship is impeccable. I can’t work out where he gets his dozens of richly-coloured markers but my favourite detail is the shadow he painstakingly gives each letter so they appear to float in 3D off whichever municipal surface they enhance.
I’ve never asked his name. I’ve never asked about his art, his cardboard sleeping pad, his drug of choice. I wonder if he knows my face? I see him nearly every day.*
its graffiti. like any art the point of this is to make u look and make u think.
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Sounds like the dude is angry but had no one to really hate, so he lashes out at cleaners
At first glance I read that as Kill the Poop, and thought it was written in the wall of a toilet in a bar or something.
I have nothing useful to contribute though.
satire
Looks like there was a tag before that was cleaned and they’ve written it on top.
Graff writers naturally have longstanding beef with people who clean graffiti, they refer to them as “buffs”
This guy puts this stuff all over the place near me. Loads and loads of this pseudo-intellectual drivel on the pavement, on walls and so on.
I might be wrong but I think it’s one of the homeless guys at the tube station.
Doesn’t look like a Banksy.
> make someone look stupid by letting them talk
or, even, let them daub twaddle like this on walls
It’s a spoon
Some 13 year old edgelord’s mum took their phone away so they were forced to rage against the world in analogue ways instead
These are all over NW London outside stations
Schizophrenia would be my first guess.
His tag says TRAMP I can only assume this is satirical..
Sounds like someone doesn’t know what Tumblr is
it’s only[ cold hearted pragmatism](https://youtu.be/s_4J4uor3JE?si=P9FpZnIyijaToGYm) that stops us from pumping gas into Lidl….
Poor grammar and tomfoolery behaviour.
Someone whose tag is “Tramp” and who wishes to comment about modern society by witing on things.
Never thought I’d see [Jello Biafra](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ldH9EyOf7Xk) move to West Hampstead
Kill the poor as a branding gimmick? Or kill the poor as in literally?
Probably some twat that thinks they are clever but is just making a nuisance of themselves.
If you think you can write, write a book. If you don’t think your book will sell, write on social media or a blog
This is how idiots used to communicate, before social media gave them a global megaphone.
Assuming it is a Dead Kennedy’s reference.
Reminds me of this quote by Bruce Lee: ‘You will continue to suffer if you have an emotional reaction to everything that is said to you. True power is sitting back and observing everything with logic. If words control you that means everyone else can control you. Breathe and allow things to pass.’
Whoever did this getting off on the idea of a cleaner raging at it, when in reality, the cleaner probably doesn’t care because if it’s not that wall, they’d just be cleaning something else and getting the same pay.
Graffiti man watches too much TV.
Did they spell speech incorrectly at first?
He’s a homeless guy in north West london
Why is ‘help’ highlighted?! Otherwise I would have said someone’s been reading Atlas Shrugged. But that would have required an attention span
Agree with the second pic – that’s the importance of free speech. Nothing makes bigots look worse than when they don’t hide their thoughts.
Does anybody else think these images are at odds with each other? No 1 seems to be pro-money or pro-wealth. No 2 feels way more lefty/liberal. Or am I just being a bit dumb?
The broken window paradox.
Also, it’s ironic “speech” on the second image was initially misspelled.
That is some damn good penmanship.
What is he/she saying though?
Yes I’m being lazy
It’s from some homeless dude that is hanging around West Hampstead Overground Station I have been documenting his pavement art on my way to work,.
https://preview.redd.it/xxcktweqw3xf1.jpeg?width=3072&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b10d49803725273d1f970f3ca35d0c2efaf42f45
Pseudo-intellectual vandal. 💩
I know this stamp! Tramp, kill the poor, specifically on Finchley Road.
This is actually done by a guy named Mike! He signs his stuff “Tramp.” He’s often around the Overground stop by my house, so I’ve talked to him a bit – he’s very kind. I even wrote a story about him before I met him for my creative writing class:
*I see him nearly every day, the man with the dirty fingers. He’s gaunt, his hair’s a mess, and he’s often wearing a tattered sleeping bag as one might wear a cape. He usually sets up shop near the Overground station to catch commuters, but sometimes he prefers the Tube stop and once, the steps of the synagogue.
Despite his considerable height, he smiles, nods, tips his head in reverence as he asks for change, so I never feel scared. In fact, I quite like having him around: a fixture of the neighborhood; a symbol of normality. Most days he wears the same black trousers and scuffed black boots, but somehow it seems he acquires new (old) shirts all the time. He wears them layered, one on top of the other. I don’t know how he stands the heat.
It took a couple of months for me to piece together that he was the one leaving the messages. I began noticing them on the pavement, on postboxes, on estate agent signs. I’ve yet to spot him in the act but I know it’s him. His notes are always half-profound, just a few words away from Buddhist proverbs:
“Even if you can’t help me, PLEASE SMILE.”
“Catch the sunset, worth a £”
“I’m not feeling too creative but imagine I’ve written something that makes you feel grateful for the love in your life.”
His penmanship is impeccable. I can’t work out where he gets his dozens of richly-coloured markers but my favourite detail is the shadow he painstakingly gives each letter so they appear to float in 3D off whichever municipal surface they enhance.
I’ve never asked his name. I’ve never asked about his art, his cardboard sleeping pad, his drug of choice. I wonder if he knows my face? I see him nearly every day.*
its graffiti. like any art the point of this is to make u look and make u think.
Why are people hating? The fuck
https://preview.redd.it/7lz4okneg5xf1.png?width=201&format=png&auto=webp&s=08333c60b0db4588e4118e0eb98d505f9332ff4a
TOY
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