IN a land
where Santa Claus eats at the Salvation Army, you can't expect
any bargains at Value Village. Graffiti is interesting
and boring too. It's red, but does it live? It's
red, but does it dance? It's red, but does it break any
envelopes? It's
red, but so is Liverwurst Sausage and it ain't on my menu.
Simple. Unique. Says a lot. Says nothing. Gold
squiggles, money, investment, the Labor of Love, the Soviet Union,
Glasnost, the Arms Race, the Arabs, the Oil, the Emissaries.
It's
called the "truth". Because of religions, it's
heavily-edited, manipulated, and rendered "unreachable" by
contemporary man. Too bad, eh? Click the Gold Snake
for a trip to Sez1 panormik Vineyard.
 It's a deck of cards. The joker's gone wild. We
all played, but nobody won. The Queen Of Spades took the
Prince Of Wales and headed south to Seattle, where we drank Diet
Pepsi though broken teeth.
George W Bush. Osama Bin Laden. Hillary
Clinton and all the boys at WWF Wrestling. Merry Christmas to the
Hell's Angels and to all little old ladies on Harley Davidson's.
Ensoe, Theory, Ope, and all the figure-writers
in South Surrey. Happy new year to Stan Getz, Harvey Mandel, Callaghan
the Cartoonist and Kliban who draws demented cats.
to Peetz
in Edmonton, Michèle in Marseille, Golden boy in Brussels. the
Grateful Dead and Men-At-Work. ("does
it taste like Marmite?")
Jolly Jihad to all the Boys who Write On Walls, Happy Hanukay
to Bunny Shrinko - may you find peace in the Nanaimo Bar of your
Choice. May your days be filled with Elevated Blood Glucose,
and may your sleeps be deeper than a diabetic coma.
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