’magined ’em over there in Egypt one day a long time ago in 1799. Sittin’ in the shade of ol’ Dendur, eatin’ they lunch and maybe burpin’ or fartin’ and laughin’. Jus’ like me and Ray mighta done. Then usin’ they swords to scratch they names into the old stone wall. And it wudn’t even like art, it’uz just they names. And this’uz all that’s left of ’em. Made me think ’bout my own tagging. No matter how cool somethin’ is I paint, it don’t hardly last a month before some asshole covers it over. I stood there in the old temple a long time, thinkin’ ’bout all that. And lots more thoughts I ain’t
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