I shouldn't complain, because it heralds the beginning of spring then summer - but the clocks going forward an hour yesterday, has screwed up my sleep pattern. Consequently, I feel a bit zombie-fied. I have to go back to my assignment and change it so it sounds less like an essay and more like a speech. Sound bites. Quotes. Look at the audience with shining eyes and a glossy coat. Right now, I can't find the words and part of me wants to say, "Screw it - tag graffiti sux and the logistics of community arts funding/taxpayers forking out to clear up, in the end just costs too much."
OK - I must admit, if I saw this on a wall outside my house, I would probably freak. Even so, incredible art work - well executed
713 - doesn't seem like a lot, but I have pared back the waffle a tad, trying to rearrange texts so they stay relevant. Thing is, this needs to sound less like an essay and more like a speech. I am not a good orator - write = yes; speak = no. I am running about 90 words behind which let me tell you, for me is unheard of.