in the beginning there was a pole. outside the corner shop. punk monk propaganda's HQ. our hive, the hub of all things punk monk.
it was a happy bunkwaa pole. for a time. the sticker gradually changed & generated a rainbow of faded hues from being kissed by the sun over & over again as it surrendered its punk pinkness to the street.
then the graffiti removalists came... [again]
until the beautification pixies come back out to play once more. they surround us & see all.
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