itz lyke counting teeth

i started writing in stallz when i wuzzin kollij bakin sofla until that tyme i wuz much too gudda boy to do eny sucha thang then one day while pondering werdz sumone else had writ i took out my pen & went crazy it wuz azzif alla thoze yearz of pentup desire had unleashda virtual hoover dam owerdz fluding wallz & wallz of stall space after several close encounterz with the law i cut bakon volume & werkdout heavier phrazez & sentencez for eaze of xpression & brevity of tyme spent vandalizing ha moving to southwestern montana i gotta say wuzza bit okulture shok az you can see by most othe fotoz ive postid people who write on stall wallz are a bit monosyllabik to saythe least eh az wellaz lacking a certain style or art even for calligrafie & im inna university town youd think people might be a bit more arty a bit more xpressiv but no quite the opposit it cud be the influence of religion or fear of the very repressiv state in theze partz not to mention so called house keeperz & janitorz who are paid poor wagiz to skrub the wallz clean tyme & tyme again go bludy figure ergo i fotograf almost everything even ghost images cuz ther all thatz left of sum soulz desire for freedom how ever brief in theze partz mind tho ther ar xceptionz to theze rulez in very rural places or in heavily populatid places one might diskover a restroom teaming with gud werk but lo not in orrabout here tho i keep searching