I thought this specimen, on a garage door of a house near one of the dodgier venues in town, was all the more threatening for the brutal penmanship. You can practically see the veins bulging from their neck as they wrote it.
Maitland is surprisingly graffiti-free when I think about it. There are occasional outbreaks of tagging, but they're removed by council workers fairly quickly. One particular tag that made a brief appearance near the High Street mall intrigued me:
Is it his/her name? A test run to see if the marker worked? Was it also meant to say "my finger" but the artist got distracted? Perhaps it's a heartfelt cry for the world to inhale the life-affirming beauty of nature.
It's so stupid it's almost Zen
Other examples stick with your basic crudity. It's always a bonus when ambiguously deliberate mis-spelling is involved. Especially if it's on a Centrelink building.
But my favourite message so far is this one, which we came across just after we moved here. It wasn't the best advertisement for the town:
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