I write things on bathroom stalls

The one I remember is: Don't eat the Urinal Mints.

Always good advice and to this day I haven't.

 

I was at the mall toda and saw "Abortion kills but so does McDonalds"

And under that with a little arrow pointing to the McDonlds thing was "Maybe that's the Special Sauce"

 

all these are funny.. and i can see doing it in a grungy gas station bathroom that's alreayd full of graffiti, but i really hate it when ppl write anything in my store's stalls because our bathrooms are really nice and the store is really upscale and respectable.. and well, writing shit in the bathrooms is not cool.

 

yea fuck you all.
i was a maintenance mananger (note the pride in my typing) for many years and scrubbing permanent markers off bathroom stalls is not my idea of a fun night. so don't write shit, or i'll kill you in your sleep

 

I tried to start a stereotype that all canadians had big butts by writing "all canadians have big butts" on bathroom stalls. true story.

some day I wanna hear a rapper say "that chicks gotta butt like a canadian". my life will be completer at that point.

 

i used to write song lyrics on the walls, and when someone would write something like "Hello, how are you?", I would respond by writing "I'm fine".

 

We stopped in at the gas station today and I made a quick trip to the bathroom and wrote. "If at first you don't succeed skydiving is not for you."

I've writtten in this bathroom before. Well actually a lot of people have but anyways last time I was there I wrote "Be nice to other people." because at the time the gas station guy was being yelled at by some annoying customer who was way to full of himself. But since then somebody came along and wrote after that "because other people out number you 6 billion to one." I thought it was pretty crafty.

 

Oh and Tigerlily your store is safe I only ever write in bathrooms that already have tons of writing on the walls or in bathrooms where the writing actually makes it look nicer.

 

'Here I sit so broken hearted, came to shit but only farted.'

 

As best as I can remember it:
I have gone so long with so little, I can now almost do anything with nothing.

 

thats not funny, thats lame.

 

i've seen that one, it was my favorite ever.

i love reading what people write... we have a bar where the only stuff written is positive. i love it.

 

here is a few ideas from the situationists...

In the decor of the spectacle, the eye meets only things and their prices.

Commute, work, commute, sleep . . .

Meanwhile everyone wants to breathe and nobody can
and many say, “We will breathe later.”
And most of them don’t die because they are already dead.

Boredom is counterrevolutionary.

We don’t want a world where the guarantee of not dying
of starvation brings the risk of dying of boredom.

We want to live.

Don’t beg for the right to live — take it.

In a society that has abolished every kind of adventure
the only adventure that remains is to abolish the society.

The liberation of humanity is all or nothing.

Those who make revolutions half way only dig their own graves.

No replastering, the structure is rotten.

Masochism today takes the form of reformism.

Reform my ass.

The revolution is incredible because it’s really happening.

I came, I saw, I was won over.

Run, comrade, the old world is behind you!

Quick!

If we only have enough time . . .

In any case, no regrets!

Already ten days of happiness.

Live in the moment.

Comrades, if everyone did like us . . .

We will ask nothing. We will demand nothing. We will take, occupy.

Down with the state.

When the National Assembly becomes a bourgeois theater, all the bourgeois theaters should be turned into national assemblies.*

[*Written above the entrance of the occupied Odéon Theater]

Referendum: whether we vote yes or no, it turns us into suckers.

It’s painful to submit to our bosses;
it’s even more stupid to choose them.

Let’s not change bosses, let’s change life.

Don’t liberate me — I’ll take care of that.

I’m not a servant of the people (much less of their
self-appointed leaders). Let the people serve themselves.

Abolish class society.

Nature created neither servants nor masters.
I want neither to rule nor to be ruled.

We will have good masters as soon as everyone is their own.

“In revolution there are two types of people:
those who make it and those who profit from it.”
(Napoleon)

Warning: ambitious careerists may now be disguised as “progressives.”

Don’t be taken in by the politicos and their filthy demagogy.
We must rely on ourselves.
Socialism without freedom is a barracks.

All power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.

We want structures that serve people, not people serving structures.

The revolution doesn’t belong to the committees, it’s yours.

Politics is in the streets.

Barricades close the streets but open the way.

Our hope can come only from the hopeless.

A proletarian is someone who has no power over his life and knows it.

Never work.

People who work get bored when they don’t work.
People who don’t work never get bored.

Workers of all countries, enjoy!

Since 1936 I have fought for wage increases.
My father before me fought for wage increases.
Now I have a TV, a fridge, a Volkswagen.
Yet my whole life has been a drag.
Don’t negotiate with the bosses. Abolish them.

The boss needs you, you don’t need the boss.

By stopping our machines together we will demonstrate their weakness.

Occupy the factories.

Power to the workers councils.
(an enragé)

Power to the enragés councils.
(a worker)

Worker: You may be only 25 years old,
but your union dates from the last century.

Labor unions are whorehouses.

Comrades, let’s lynch Séguy!*

[*Georges Séguy, head bureaucrat of the Communist Party-dominated labor union]

Please leave the Communist Party as clean on leaving
it as you would like to find it on entering.

Stalinists, your children are with us!

Man is neither Rousseau’s noble savage nor
the Church’s or La Rochefoucauld’s depraved sinner.
He is violent when oppressed, gentle when free.

Conflict is the origin of everything.
(Heraclitus)

If we have to resort to force, don’t sit on the fence.

Be cruel.

Humanity won’t be happy till the last capitalist is hung
with the guts of the last bureaucrat.

When the last sociologist has been hung with the guts of
the last bureaucrat, will we still have “problems”?

The passion of destruction is a creative joy.
(Bakunin)

A single nonrevolutionary weekend is infinitely more
bloody than a month of total revolution.

The tears of philistines are the nectar of the gods.

This concerns everyone.

We are all German Jews.

We refuse to be highrised, diplomaed, licensed,
inventoried, registered, indoctrinated, suburbanized,
sermonized, beaten, telemanipulated, gassed, booked.

We are all “undesirables.”

We must remain “unadapted.”

The forest precedes man, the desert follows him.

Under the paving stones, the beach.

Concrete breeds apathy.

Coming soon to this location: charming ruins.

Beautiful, maybe not, but O how charming: life versus survival.

“My aim is to agitate and disturb people.
I’m not selling bread, I’m selling yeast.”
(Unamuno)

Conservatism is a synonym for rottenness and ugliness.

You are hollow.

You will end up dying of comfort.

Hide yourself, object!

No to coat-and-tie revolution.

A revolution that requires us to sacrifice
ourselves for it is Papa’s revolution.

Revolution ceases to be the moment it calls for self-sacrifice.

The prospect of finding pleasure tomorrow will
never compensate for today’s boredom.

When people notice they are bored, they stop being bored.

Happiness is a new idea.

Live without dead time.

Those who talk about revolution and class struggle without referring
to everyday reality have a corpse in their mouth.

Culture is an inversion of life.

Poetry is in the streets.

The most beautiful sculpture is a paving stone thrown at a cop’s head.

Art is dead, don’t consume its corpse.

Art is dead, let’s liberate our everyday life.

Art is dead, Godard can’t change that.

Godard: the supreme Swiss Maoist jerk.

Permanent cultural vibration.

We want a wild and ephemeral music.
We propose a fundamental regeneration:
concert strikes,
sound gatherings with collective investigation.
Abolish copyrights: sound structures belong to everyone.

Anarchy is me.

Revolution, I love you.

Down with the abstract, long live the ephemeral.
(Marxist-Pessimist Youth)

Don’t consume Marx, live him.

I’m a Groucho Marxist.

I take my desires for reality because I believe
in the reality of my desires.

Desiring reality is great! Realizing your desires is even better!

Practice wishful thinking.

I declare a permanent state of happiness.

Be realistic, demand the impossible.

Power to the imagination.

Those who lack imagination cannot imagine what is lacking.

Imagination is not a gift, it must be conquered.
(Breton)

Action must not be a reaction, but a creation.

Action enables us to overcome divisions and find solutions.

Exaggeration is the beginning of invention.

The enemy of movement is skepticism. Everything that has been realized
comes from dynamism, which comes from spontaneity.

Here, we spontane.

“You must bear a chaos inside you to give birth to a dancing star.”
(Nietzsche)

Chance must be systematically explored.

Alcohol kills. Take LSD.

Unbutton your mind as often as your fly.

“Every view of things that is not strange is false.”
(Valéry)

Life is elsewhere.

Forget everything you’ve been taught. Start by dreaming.

Form dream committees.

Dare! This word contains all the politics of the present moment. (Saint-Just)

Arise, ye wretched of the university.

Students are jerks.

The student’s susceptibility to recruitment as a militant for
any cause is a sufficient demonstration of his real impotence.
(enragé women)

Professors, you make us grow old.

Terminate the university.

Rape your Alma Mater.

What if we burned the Sorbonne?

Professors, you are as senile as your culture, your modernism
is nothing but the modernization of the police.

We refuse the role assigned to us: we will not be trained as police dogs.

We don’t want to be the watchdogs or servants of capitalism.

Exams = servility, social promotion, hierarchical society.

When examined, answer with questions.

Insolence is the new revolutionary weapon.

Every teacher is taught, everyone taught teaches.

The Old Mole of history seems to be splendidly
undermining the Sorbonne.
(telegram from Marx, 13 May 1968)

Thought that stagnates rots.

To call in question the society you “live” in, you must first
be capable of calling yourself in question.

Take revolution seriously, but don’t take yourself seriously.

The walls have ears. Your ears have walls.

Making revolution also means breaking our internal chains.

A cop sleeps inside each one of us. We must kill him.

Drive the cop out of your head.

Religion is the ultimate con.

Neither God nor master.

If God existed it would be necessary to abolish him.

Can you believe that some people are still Christians?

Down with the toad of Nazareth.

How can you think freely in the shadow of a chapel?

We want a place to piss, not a place to pray.

I suspect God of being a leftist intellectual.

The bourgeoisie has no other pleasure than to degrade all pleasures.

Going through the motions kills the emotions.

Struggle against the emotional fixations that paralyze our potentials. (Committee of Women on the Path of Liberation)

Constraints imposed on pleasure incite the
pleasure of living without constraints.

The more I make love, the more I want to make revolution.
The more I make revolution, the more I want to make love.

SEX: It’s okay, says Mao, as long as you don’t do it too often.

Comrades, 5 hours of sleep a day is indispensable:
we need you for the revolution.

Embrace your love without dropping your guard.

I love you!!! Oh, say it with paving stones!!!

I“m coming in the paving stones.

Total orgasm.

Comrades, people are making love in the Poli Sci
classrooms, not only in the fields.

Revolutionary women are more beautiful.

Zelda, I love you! Down with work!

The young make love, the old make obscene gestures.

Make love, not war.

Whoever speaks of love destroys love.

Down with consumer society.

The more you consume, the less you live.

Commodities are the opium of the people.

Burn commodities.

You can’t buy happiness. Steal it.

See Nanterre and live. Die in Naples with Club Med.

Are you a consumer or a participant?

To be free in 1968 means to participate.

I participate.
You participate.
He participates.
We participate.
They profit.

The golden age was the age when gold didn’t reign.

“The cause of all wars, riots and injustices is the existence of property.”
(St. Augustine)

Happiness is hanging your landlord.

Millionaires of the world unite. The wind is turning.

The economy is wounded — I hope it dies!

How sad to love money.

You too can steal.

“Amnesty: An act in which the rulers
pardon the injustices they have committed.”
(Ambrose Bierce)*

[*The definition in Bierce’s Devil’s Dictionary is actually: “Amnesty: The state’s
magnanimity to those offenders whom it would be too expensive to punish.”]

Abolish alienation.

Obedience begins with consciousness;
consciousness begins with disobedience.

First, disobey; then write on the walls.
(Law of 10 May 1968)

I don’t like to write on walls.

Write everywhere.

Before writing, learn to think.

I don’t know how to write but I would like to say
beautiful things and I don’t know how.

I don’t have time to write!!!

I have something to say but I don’t know what.

Freedom is the right to silence.

Long live communication, down with telecommunication.

You, my comrade, you who I was unaware of amid the tumult, you who
are throttled, afraid, suffocated — come, talk to us.

Talk to your neighbors.

Yell.

Create.

Look in front of you!!!

Help with cleanup, there are no maids here.

Revolution is an INITIATIVE.

Speechmaking is counterrevolutionary.

Comrades, stop applauding, the spectacle is everywhere.

Don’t get caught up in the spectacle of opposition. Oppose the spectacle.

Down with spectacle-commodity society.

Down with journalists and those who cater to them.

Only the truth is revolutionary.

No forbidding allowed.

Freedom is the crime that contains all crimes. It is our ultimate weapon.

The freedom of others extends mine infinitely.

No freedom for the enemies of freedom.

Free our comrades.

Open the gates of the asylums, prisons and other faculties.

Open the windows of your heart.

To hell with boundaries.

You can no longer sleep quietly once you’ve suddenly opened your eyes.

The future will only contain what we put into it now.




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These graffiti are drawn primarily from Julien Besançon’s Les murs ont la parole (Tchou, 1968), Walter Lewino’s L’imagination au pouvoir (Losfeld, 1968), Marc Rohan’s Paris ’68 (Impact, 1968), René Viénet’s Enragés et situationnistes dans le mouvement des occupations (Gallimard, 1968), Maurice Brinton’s Paris: May 1968 (Solidarity, 1968), and Gérard Lambert’s Mai 1968: brûlante nostalgie (Pied de nez, 1988).

Translated by Ken Knabb, March 1999.

 

I also like writing on stuff, but I don't ever do it in nice bathrooms, like at nice restaurants and stuff. I just think a wall looks better with writing on it than blank; it has more personality. At my school I haven't really written much but I did correct someone's spelling of the word "whore" (they spelled it "hore", and it was in reference to one of my good friends, which pissed me off).

 

fancy restaurants are the places that need graffitti on the walls the most.
blank walls=blank minds

 

I just got back from Costa Rica yesterday. I happened to use a public bathroom and I suprisingly found a long conversation in english in the stall of my choice. This particular bathroom was in the building beside a very large church. It just so happened that the mens bathroom was out of order and people were only using the womens bathroom. It made for a long line. Here's the writings on the stall:

(Each colour was a different person. (Yes I could tell they had very distinct writing)

Costa Rica is crazy!
I agree! Thank GOD! Atleast I know there's someone else here who speaks english!
Thank "GOD" louder. I don't think he heard you next door.
Of Course GOD heard you. He hears all.
God is a woman.
They're not talking about God. They're talking about GOD!
God is everywhere and everything. So whether it's God or GOD s/he is both, one and the other at the same time.
If god is everywhere and everything, then is god in my buttcrack?
God is both in your buttcrack and your buttcrack at the same time. The divine does not make silly distinctions between being and being in.
What are you? a Priest?
Yes.


I thought it was just great that people were talking about god while using a bathroom. And better yet that the one person claimed to be a priest. I really hope he was. It'd make it so much better.

 

Haha, that's awesome(ly funny). Around here there aren't many interesting conversations but in April when my family drives to Tennessee, we will stop at interstate bathrooms! Yay, graffiti of interest.

 

i often wright down songtexts... songs that i cant get out of my head

 

I hate when ppl write in the bathroom stupid shit like vandalism is illegal. um hey idiot your adding to the vandalism. I don't really consider writing in a bathroom stall vandalism to me thats no big deal. Waht bothers me is like vandalisim on buildings. not street art just stupid shit like JESUS SAVES...lol and TOM LUVS NINA 4-EVA YO! that is just lame. You should write famous quotes on the bathrom walls. like "Snowflakes are one of natures most fragil things, but look what they can do when they stick together." Hellen Keller or you could write things like defintions... enlighten: to inform or impart special knowledge to

 

I totally agree. It's great that you love so and so but nobody really wants to see six foot high letters in red about. Atleast if you write other things like the snowflake quote you have the possiblity of helping some one through their day.