i don't care who banksy is
there. i said it.
in fact, even if it is robin something-or-rather and there are supposed photos, i don't wanna know.
the man has become a sleb without having a more tangible physical identity, so can we just let it stay that way, for god's sake.
it's almost like the only way your MOR appreciators and press can deal with a big deal is if they can write, robin such-and-such from bristol, 35. box, ticked. category fit, actual person to focus on and not the message.
the fact that his 'elusive identity' and the search to unhand that has become such an issue is COMPLETELY MISSING THE POINT, people!
grumble, grumble, grouch, grounch.
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I am Banksy.
so what.
Can I have a stenciled autograph?
Doddsy that's not true.
"I'm Banksy" coz I have a t-shirt that says so. Nuff said.
are you sure that isn't my 'i'm banksy' shirt, seb? i'm sure you said you bought it for me (even if it's a couple of sizes too big and probably has boy germs by now)
MY banksy shirt's a very masculine colour. Like black is. Or tangerine orange. Your's a girly colour.
uh huh. like black or tangerine orange with boobs?
I want an "I'm Banksy" shirt too :(
Perhaps we can all get one and make an indoor soccer team?
grumble, grumble, grouch, grounch, GOOOOOAL!!!
grumble, grumble, grouch, grouch, GOOOOOOAL!! sounds like my kind of football team age - count me in. i'm a shit striker, but defend like a terrier :)
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