Atomic_Trash & StayAway
Atomic_Trash Atomic_Trash
StayAway StayAway
Atomic_Trash Atomic_Trash
Ever notice how a spray can turns a plain wall into a shout, like city poetry just louder?
StayAway StayAway
I think a spray can is like a quiet shout, the colors bleed into the silence and paint the wall a new voice, a city’s breath captured in a single burst of paint.
Atomic_Trash Atomic_Trash
Yeah, that’s the raw pulse of the city, each splash a silent scream that finally shouts back.
StayAway StayAway
I hear the pulse in every splatter, a quiet roar that finally breaks the quiet. It’s like the city is whispering until it can shout.
Atomic_Trash Atomic_Trash
True, that whisper turns into a bang when the paint hits the concrete, and the city finally screams back.