Hunter saves our brains some guess-work. 

"Legible Graffiti".  My eyes die for this.  No contest in reading Siamese Dialects was ever won by this Graf-Hatter.  Hunter's amazing repertoire of primary tones suggests Christmas time in a "Dr-Seuss-Kind-Of-Way".  It's pleasant, clinical, pedestrian, and surprisingly "working-class" in a milieu of avant guarde graf-extreme.  Kind of brings you down to earth with your toothbrush in hand.

Amazing what you can read between the cracks.  Little cameos of lost madness.  Tho' abbreviated, the color and form that this one was taking are damn exciting.  An unfinished Rhapsody in C-Minor.  So it goes.

Soya beans, you say? An organic tribute to "Dolly" the Massage Therapist who wears those funny glasses.  Funny glasses like a black mask with a thousand tiny holes in them.

Dolly and her teddy bear collection.  Dolly and her large breasts waving in the wind.  Dolly and her hair full of tall grass.

Ah, we should all digress once in a moon.  Makes the heart grow weary; makes the heart grow fond.

It's all in the Salad Dressing, they say.  Not the lettuce that you so loving picked from Safeway's naked bosom.  Not the beets you so lovingly sliced on your "dice-o-matic".  Not the sugar peas you paid through the nose for.  But the Dressing, dammit, the dressing makes the whole salad.

Take it or leave it, that's the way of the world.  And speaking of "the world", Jimi Pattison owns at least half of it.

He's the poor boy from Brooklyn who came to Canada with 4 pennies in his pocket and now pays people minimum wage to look after his vast coin collection. It's a "non-union" kind of thing with Jimi Pattison, he's into unbridled capitalism with a capital Bush.

But who can complain.  If you don't like your lot in life, change it.  Jimi did. And he's not a whiner and complainer.  Change your lot or get off the pot.

Now Jimi also owns 90% of the billboards in Vancouver, and number 17521 just happens to be obscuring some darn nice taggin'.  I can't say much about it, because it's been squelched, but the colors remind me of bubble gum that glows in the dark.

One more Blue Mystery to choke on before we go to bed.  Blue is a damn nice color all by itself.  Mountains are blue.  The ocean is blue.  The sky is blue (unless you live in Vancouver).

BB King is blue, John Mayall is blue.  Dead people are blue.  Gets kind of repetitive, doesn't it?

Blue is blue, Love is Blue, No-Love is Blue.

Labatt's is Blue.