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COURTHOUSE CONFESSIONS

IN THEIR OWN WORDS

COURTHOUSE |ˈKÔRTˌHOUS|
NOUN

A building in which a judicial court is held.


CONFESSION |KƏNˈFE SH ƏN|
NOUN

Often Intimate revelations about a person's private life or occupation, esp. as presented in a book, newspaper, or movie : confessions of a driving instructor.

Showing newest posts for query mark mark mark. Show older posts

"fuck you, fuck your life, fuck your dreams, fuck your wife."

So I got arrested for peeing and they took my phone, now I'm trying to get my phone back. I went to the precinct, they sent me to property, property sent me to back to the precinct, the precinct sent me back to property, property sent me to the courthouse, courthouse gave me a number to call, I told them I don't have a fucking phone, I can't call a number if I don't have a phone, you guys have my phone, they let me use their phone.

Let me say on the record, I'd like to apologize to the City Of New York for taking a pee. I'd like to apologize to the garbage man that took my pee away in a garbage truck. There's a reason that garbage man gets paid more then the police. I'd like to say fuck the police. Take off your fucking monkey suit. Lets drink a forty and swim naked in the East River. Maybe then we can be friends, until then fuck you, fuck your life, fuck your dreams, fuck your wife. Get out of my face and give me my phone back. That's all

Mark Mark Mark

August 21, 2008

"A dog can take a pee and I can't."

I was walking down Ludlow Street and uh I guess a Police Officer who I've had interactions actions with in the past spotted me and followed me about four or five blocks, uh watched me take a pee in an alley in some garbage, in the rain and then followed me another two blocks and then put handcuffs on me and then took me to jail for which I spent twenty hours in a holding cell.

And was uh was released with credit for time served. Feel like it was kind of a rip off. Twenty hours in a thirty man cell, it's freezing cold for taking a pee when there's no public restrooms available is pretty bogus. I think if you're going to arrest someone for having to go to the bathroom you should maybe provide public toilets. I'm from San Francisco, they have pay toilets there at least on the street. There's no business that will open their restrooms to non paying customers. So if I don't have five dollars to buy a sandwich and I have to go to the bathroom I guess that means I'm going to go jail.

I was going to say I watched my urine get washed away in the rain as my handcuffs were being put on me, it's pretty ironic, you know. my crime was erased and I was going to jail for a few hours, twenty hours. A dog can take a pee and I can't. I guess they have more rights then I do. Right. I'm watching a cop ride a horse taking a dump that I got to ride over on my bicycle and I can't take a piss on a pile of trash. You know. Fuck.

Mark Mark Mark

July 30, 2008


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more pictures of loser graffiti faggits cuming soon.......

i should say something about this one....this tattoo took almost 5 hours to finish...                                                it would normally have been done in well under 2.  this lady screamed, jumped, cried, cursed and moaned...                                                      she asked for a break after every line/dot/shade...litterally... we ended up taking close to 20 breaks, durring one of which she dissapeared for a half hour apperantly to go to her house to get a xanax... i wish she would have taken the whole bottle...                                         i wish I would have taken the whole bottle... i have never been more excited to finish a tattoo in my entire life..                          

rip...charlie marks

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Old Man in Sorrow (On the Threshold of Eternity) is
emblematic of Vincent van Gogh's suffering in his
final months in Auvers-sur-Oise.



Vincent van Gogh left the asylum in Saint-Rémy on May 17, 1890, and boarded a northbound train to travel to Auvers-sur-Oise, where he lived near the home of the physician Paul Gachet. An amateur artist and enthusiastic collector of contemporary painting, Gachet offered Vincent sympathetic companionship as well as supervisory care. The picturesque village also boasted a long artistic tradition; Honoré Daumier, Camille Corot, and Paul Cézanne had all worked there, and Charles-François Daubigny -- one of the Barbizon painters who had pioneered plein air painting -- had made it his home.
Living in a rented room in an inn near Gachet's residence, Vincent was grateful for the physician's encouragement and support. He began to paint immediately, setting up his easel in Gachet's garden. At first Vincent feared that he would have neither the strength nor the confidence to carry out his painting, but those feelings rapidly disappeared as he worked with his characteristic absorption and productivity. In the weeks from mid-May through the end of June, he painted more than 30 canvases, including scenes of the village, landscapes painted in the fields that surrounded the city, and close studies of ears of wheat and acacia branches.

In particular van Gogh was obsessed with the wheat fields outside the town. In a letter to his mother and his sister Wil, he declared that he was completely absorbed in the subject; in the same letter he informed them that his calm mood was in perfect accord with the placid fields. But his description of his new paintings to his brother Theo struck a different tone. He wrote: "There are vast fields of wheat under troubled skies, and I did not need to go out of my way to express sadness and extreme loneliness." These words took on a new poignancy when, on July 27, Vincent shot himself in the wheat fields where he had set up his easel.

------>stak