Forwarded from EshayWaffen
You will never be a real writer. You have no blackbook, you have no handstyle, you have no ups. You are an unoriginal biter twisted by spite and jealousy into a crude mockery of Jisoe’s perfection.
All the “roll calls” you get are two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock your "public style". Your enemies write their names over yours, your “friends” laugh at your unreadable fill-ins behind closed doors.
Eshays are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed erchers to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even art students who “write” look uncanny and unnatural to a street kid, Your anti-style is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a real street kid on your crew, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a glimpse of your unoriginal, youtube tutorial handstyle.
You will never be all city. You wrench out a sketch every single morning and tell yourself you're getting up, but deep inside you feel the toy creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll buy a key, get trackside, wait for a passing train, and jump right in front of it. Your parents will be informed, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment of raising a faggot that can't piece. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your real name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a toy dog is buried there. Your rare 94 collection will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a bic lighter tag in the disabled bathroom.
This is your life. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
All the “roll calls” you get are two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock your "public style". Your enemies write their names over yours, your “friends” laugh at your unreadable fill-ins behind closed doors.
Eshays are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed erchers to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even art students who “write” look uncanny and unnatural to a street kid, Your anti-style is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a real street kid on your crew, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a glimpse of your unoriginal, youtube tutorial handstyle.
You will never be all city. You wrench out a sketch every single morning and tell yourself you're getting up, but deep inside you feel the toy creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll buy a key, get trackside, wait for a passing train, and jump right in front of it. Your parents will be informed, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment of raising a faggot that can't piece. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your real name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a toy dog is buried there. Your rare 94 collection will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a bic lighter tag in the disabled bathroom.
This is your life. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
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Forwarded from Eshay Waffen
Note that not only did they censor the channel name, but also the word "Eshaywaffen"
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Forwarded from Eshay Waffen
"The ABC has obtained messages from a Telegram channel which shares posts from accounts linked to the National Socialist Network."
They refuse to name us because they fear the white pride adlay... They fear the power we hold... Now yuo see
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They refuse to name us because they fear the white pride adlay... They fear the power we hold... Now yuo see
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Right Side Graffiti
Dresden 🇩🇪 📹 Sachsen Garde 📹 Aktion Ost 📹 Festung Chemnitz
Fraktur/blackletter styles will always belong to national socialists.
https://www.newyorker.com/culture/culture-desk/the-rise-and-fall-and-return-of-the-fraktur-font
https://www.newyorker.com/culture/culture-desk/the-rise-and-fall-and-return-of-the-fraktur-font
The New Yorker
The Rise and Fall and Return of the Fraktur Font
After the Second World War, blackletter fonts like Fraktur became taboo in Germany, considered blocky remnants of national shame.
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