1st message: How am I not myself?
2nd message: Don’t Drink From The Mainstream.
3rd message: I’ve lost something which I cannot seem to find, / Trapped with the bursting fear of my heart’s desire / Tangled with uncertainty I cannot seem to unwind / I know I’ll drift away and jump into the fire
4th message: Joey is the soooo sexy!!!
Location: Women’s washroom, Supermarket, Toronto, ON, Canada
Details: A diverse range of thoughts in this one photo! Normally I love finding poetry on a stall wall (wow, I bet that comes as a complete shocker to everyone!), but unless I’ve misread some of the blurry words in the 3rd message, this poem is a) rather boring, and b) doesn’t make much sense. I think I like the second message best. Or maybe the fourth. :P