You can’t always

Since the progenitors of humanity first began clinging to one another, forming social bonds and establishing the basis for the clan behavior that defines our species, one simple directive has held true, and this deceptively innocuous sticker sums it up with the succinctness that only the Twitter Generation™ could manage. Truer words have never been spoken; a truer ideal has never been more difficult to attain. Why? Is it because we rarely know what it is that we truly need? Or is it because what we truly need is rare to us? And how often do we realize, too late, that what we truly need is what has just slipped through our fingers? Are we too busy or distracted with those aspects of our lives that we have endowed with an unworthy importance, and thus miss those things truly are important; or was Cinderella right and you really Don’t Know What You’ve Got (Till It’s Gone)?


I am all of the above. Sometimes all at once. It is during those moments, when the stars have aligned and imbued me with the unstoppable power of a juggernaut, that feel the most dangerous. Fortunately those moments are few enough and far enough apart to prevent me from wreaking any significant havoc.*


Sent to me from Philly by my favorite classy sassy lady. This is my kind of incidental art. Not only does it make no sense, whatsoever, it reflects the kind of graffiti I would create if I could be arsed to sneak around the city in the middle of the night with a bag of spray paint cans. Viva la (business casual) revolution!


Taken in a scrap yard during my recent trip to Virginia. I think it pretty much speaks for itself, and its awesomeness is self-evident. Humbly, I bow to thee, graffiti skull…


The link to this from Google had been clicked before, so I hope I’m not repeating myself (heaven forbid!), but this should be required listening. For that reason alone, I forgive myself any transgressions or faux pas committed by repeating content.

Until then, etc. etc.

*I swear the X-Men character references in this paragraph were completely unintentional. (dirty) Pinky swear.

Author: john ingram

This iteration of John Ingram was created in response to increased demand in global John Ingramness. Previous incarnations were less suited to fulfill this need.

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