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    Can you drive down this block/street? Can you PF'ers?

    Amazing work!
    Have u seen pics of Julian Beewar....a street painter...3-D worker like this one?
    His pics are also same like this...!
    [FONT=Arial][SIZE=4][COLOR=darkred]Barking Dogs Seldom Bite...![/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]
    :fighting:

    LONG LIVE UNITED PAKISTAN

    ([B]Balochi + Sindi + Punjabi + Pashtoon + Chitrali + Kashmiri = My Sweet Pakistan[/B])

    Jeeway Jeeway Pakistan
    Tags: block or street, pfers
  • #2
    AWesome! Thanks for sharing.

    Julian Beewar >

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    • #3
      That is awesome stuff man! The last one is a killer ... I'd be continuously braking ...

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      • #4
        No! I wouldn't be able to drive down it at ALL; I'd think it's a real hole or something and slooooooooooowly drive around it instead!

        But daaaaaaaymmmn, that stuff is ammmayzing!

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        • #5
          I´ve seen art like this before on YTMND. It´s awesome, love this stuff.

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          • #6
            I have seen something like this in Marine World and Disneyland....its really cool.

            In California Disney, there is a street that you walk.....but its just a drawing, though it looks like an actual street

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            • #7
              I might get a bit confused initially, later on Id realize its not that serious. Nevertheless, Amazing Art.
              Even Adobe Photoshop can't change me.

              A line[Durrand line] of hatred that raised a wall between the two brothers -Hamid Karzai

              For generations, the Hindus of India prayed for deliverance from "the venom of the cobra, the teeth of the tiger and the vengeance of the Afghan."


              The men of Kábul and Khilj also went home; and whenever they were questioned about the Musulmáns of the Kohistán (the mountains), and how matters stood there, they said, "Don't call it Kohistán, but Afghánistán; for there is nothing there but Afgháns and disturbances." Thus it is clear that for this reason the people of the country call their home in their own language Afghánistán, and themselves Afgháns. The people of India call them Patán; but the reason for this is not known. But it occurs to me, that when, under the rule of Muhammadan sovereigns, Musulmáns first came to the city of Patná, and dwelt there, the people of India (for that reason) called them Patáns—but God knows!

              -Ferishta, 1560–1620

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              • #8
                wow it looks so real

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                • #9
                  OMG woww

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                  • #10
                    How long did this probably take?

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                    • #11
                      thats amazing..
                      By blood, we are immersed in love of you.
                      The youth lose their heads for your sake.
                      I come to you and my heart finds rest.
                      Away from you, grief clings to my heart like a snake.
                      I forget the throne of Delhi
                      when I remember the mountain tops of my Afghan land.
                      If I must choose between the world and you,
                      I shall not hesitate to claim your barren deserts as my own.

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                      • #12
                        ^it makes me regret not studying art further in college, even when i had the option to do so. They all say its useless. But something like this is just Amazing.
                        By blood, we are immersed in love of you.
                        The youth lose their heads for your sake.
                        I come to you and my heart finds rest.
                        Away from you, grief clings to my heart like a snake.
                        I forget the throne of Delhi
                        when I remember the mountain tops of my Afghan land.
                        If I must choose between the world and you,
                        I shall not hesitate to claim your barren deserts as my own.

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