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Graffiti in Commercial Drive area

Commercial Drive.

The name conjures.  Up.  Images.  Of Long Lost Child Hoods.

It's a campus, it's a "native learning center".  It's drums whistles, long expresso's, people who don't belong, people who wished they belonged, peoples' lost belongings.

And other assorted baggage.

I lost my hope, my convenience, my longing, my brown suede suit, my hypocrisy, my toenails.  They're all on a poster on the corner of 1st and Venerables.  See you there.

 

Liquor Store Fish PaintI can go no further on this Sacred Journey without Liquor Store Fish Paint.  Okay listen: I went to a Sweat Lodge; ordered a 26-er of Something, then got some ginger-ale, some LSD, and some Fish Sticks.  Not in that order.  Then I decided I was a "native" of something or other.  I couldn't help it.  We ate something and smoked something, and it's all on that goddam wall.

It's both Spiritually-correct and Politically-defect.  If I had a tow truck, I'd tow the whole building away.

 

Organic Vietnamese Grocery Gang Graffiti
Organic Plaid Graffiti
Salvadore Dally (also known as "Pablo Fiasco")
It's a Vietnamese Organic Grocery Gang.  It's a Painted Plumber with No Crack Showing.  It's Pablo Fiasco (who is NOT dead yet puh-leeze!!).  It's organic Virtue Juice showing up in it's platinum and polyester jumpsuit, talking on its cell phone and driving its SUV.  Times of change, humanity of the disappearing days.

 

Pablo as a baby It's a Dumb Baby.  Staring out of his mother's birth canal. He doesn't want to come out.  Was that not the case for some of us, Charlie?  He looks pensive.  Like the movie's about to end before it's begun.  It's a fast fetus in the world of aborted imperitives.  Is he watching you or you watching him?

 

Pablo as a Ghost

Musicians On Fire.  Non-Unionized Street Charm. He doesn't belong to anybody, and nobody belongs to him.  His music is silent, but his nudity screams across the street.  A picture of health, he is losing his "inner skin", trading it for a more trendy, but less politically-correct Polar Bear Fur Coat.

He knows winter is coming.  And he knows that "Animal Activists" are too cheap to put a dime in his outstretched cup.

 

You Go Ginger Girl!

 
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