So check it, it’s harder to find clean, legit space to write on than it is fuck anyone over 30 who doesn't have herpes. So when you’re not creaming over this message board thread, dreaming of all the ways you’d tag the shit out of this billboard or that rooftop, you can always just get this notebook. Check it, it’s called Walls and it’s all just…walls. Fuckin’ sweet virginal walls just begging for some sick writing. Oh fuck, see that one wall, how it’s all sort of crumbling on the edge, looking all urban and hot and ready for some fatty marker? Oh shit, oh shit, I’m about to…Wait, no. Actually, this is the lamest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.