(now you know what the video camera guys look like)
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Swagblast
When you find a friend, hang on.
Found this young man leaning against a tree in Boston Commons, writing in a notebook: “It’s sort of hip hop, sort of poetry,” he said.
I asked him if I could photograph a page.
I pray for peace, I search for love,
I hope you hear me out cuz no one ever does;
we gotta stick together all we got is us;
we can’t stop the negative unless we
spread the peace and love;Step outside of self, step into the world; notice
how everything we do affects the future boys and girls;
hate crimes happen every damn day;
got my momz scared
my sister can’t go out to play,
because her fear is that some psycho
feels like snatching kids today
all these damn police but people still ain’t feeling safe;Why does it take a tragedy to bring people
together; we know its bound to happen,
we should try to stay that way forever;
now this is not to say I’m better;
but at a young age I learned that birds fly together;
it’s a survival tactic and I suggest we use it
let’s come together, as we spread the peace
and love musicIn the upper right corner, are the names of the first two victims of the bombing. “I wrote them first for inspiration,” he said.
“What’s the most fun you’ve ever had together?”
“Probably that time we swam to the Navy Yard.”
“When was that?”
“I don’t know. Sometime in the 1940’s.”—————————
After the photo, I asked if they had any grandchildren. The one in the pink said: “I’m still an unclaimed treasure.”
(Boston, MA)
“Don’t look to other people for validation. Your birth was your validation.”
“What’s the best day you’ve ever spent together?”
“Probably that day on the Ponts des Arts.”
“What’d you do?”
“Just held hands.”
“Is that flower real?”
“Yeah, but it’s made of plastic.”(San Francisco, CA)
Mother Joyous and Sister Adorable were seen walking down 14th Street yesterday.
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