It's kind of ironic that in a place where most things are, "flushed and forgotten", an anonymous pariah of "wall writers" and "dick artists" come together under one roof to scribble out societies woes, taboo's, or seldom read passages of wisdom while we dispense of our waste.

Bathrooms have always represented our need for relief; uncannily so. Whether its a face, dick, name or number, our memory becomes a clear moment in time that somebody else has to read or be disgusted with. Roadtrips would never be complete without the age of Toilet Paper Hieroglyph's or Soap Dispensing Nietzche justice.

Whether quote or cock -- the wall is like an artistic counselor; waiting for a statement. Or like the bronzing parchement of our countries constitution, only now with more oogly faces of Thomas Jefferson and buildings.