Feature: Exit Through The Gift Shop (Film)

In honor of the Oscar nominations for this year having been announced within the last few weeks, I wanted to do a post on one of the best movies of last year and the greatest, most hilarious documentary on graffiti & street art that you'll ever see: Exit Through The Gift Shop.

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Welcome to me...

Read me like an instruction manual
Skip over the important things
and get to the fun stuff

Over look all the warnings
But clip out the PCS code for rebates
To you I'm just something you use once
And then put away

Like hidden paper work
I never come back
Unless figuring out how it work
Becomes impossible




I become ever so elusive then
Not wanting to see you
For the treatment
Of being a used and torn
Instruction manual




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hip hop art

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OUCH a poem by Valerié Porcelain-Celestin

Keeping secrets.
Secrets will ultimately keep you.
Maybe it's my secrets that ruined a love so true.
Or so I thought.
Intensify my wounds.
Burn me so deeply with that cigarette you possess.
Stick it deeper in my scars.
Regardless of my agonizing screams,
You continue.
Devour my soul.

I have never been too complicated.
Never asked for much.
I have never needed more than one,
And I've only yearned for your touch.
I've let you come inside me
And given it all up just to get here.
Razorblades and sun-kissed skin.
Red stained tile from my pain induced sin.
Forgive me?

I hate talking to you.
I miss you when you're away.
Come into my heart and love me today.
The more I love you,
The more I feel myself die.
It's wrong and doesn't even feel right.
Come and finish me off.
Say you'll love me tonight.

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choke' Artwork

im absolutely in love with choke' her artwork moves me its definitely inspiring in many different ways.

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DOPE COVER ARTWORK

DOPE COVER ARTWORK FROM Maumin Abdallah

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Poem by Timira Hassan I MISS

I MISS

All day today
all i could think of
are the things i miss...
and mostly I miss you
I miss everything about you
from the smell of clean laundry
and clean shower
to how it feels to hug you
i miss your smile
when i see you
I miss you coming from behind me
hugging me tight
not letting me go
i miss your breath on the my neck
and i miss how it feels to kiss you
without a care
i miss how i feel when i am with you
like all the girls in the world can not compare to me
because I am all you see
and I miss your voice when we talk face to face
i miss laying next to you talking about everything
I guess thats why I want you to call me everynight so i can feel that
I miss you like a wife misses her husband needing him just to lay next to her
I miss hearing you heart beat the most
You always say you be home soon
but soon isnt now...
I miss you being all mine but
i just miss you altogether...

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poem by Porsha Wakefield

06 - Naked, Red lipsticks, Passionate Masturbation

Lesbian love affairs
Homosexual sex capades
Welfare lines
Pornographic pictures of myself
Melody moans
Tattoo taboos
Cigerette burns
Whores whine
Emotional discombobulation
If a man won't listen,oral communication always worked for me
Prostitute leggings
Slut sex
Torn image
Little girls doodling while the sermon is presiding
Shaved head
Chipper fingernail polish
Vagina blues
Sexually motivated
50%water 50%alcohol
Breasts infatuate me to say the least
Broken condom wrappers
Unappreciated art
This is what consists of the city mental
Sent by iPhone

Porsha R Wakefield

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poem by Bël Bambini

I wrote a poem for you; not really for you but about you. This is how I feel "and shit".


*I compiled this while I was sleep in my brain; Sorry for all the 'and shit's its POETRY.*

So basically I like you and shit
But I don't know if like
your right for me and shit

Yeah your cool
and funny as shit
but that don't stop
you from having
groupies and shit

I mean look at me and look at them
there is some badd(er) bitch *with a phat ass, some nice thighs,
and a craving sex-atite*
out that you could have
so you wouldn't be serious with me.

Sometimes I don't even know why I bother
we will never be

My crush is crushed
because I came to this realization:

I should just stay being your "son"

I stand no chance
and thats what hurts the most.

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