The last of the 80's cowboys, who are now - by the way - sitting in rest homes drinking Protein Smoothies while watching Red Robinson Re-runs on some Lost Channel of the Sun.
This sweet Valentine's rendering is by "Jon 4 Donna" when all the world was a safe Hetero Haven and everyone drove Volare's and Volvo's.
"It's all Hidden In Love's Song.." or so we're led to believe. Dont' buy your underwear from the same store that you bought your overalls.
Another Run for your Funny Money.
It's Life on the Drive.
If we're not complaining, it's not Raining.
The mural has been painted over by Monkees and Gremlins since then; no improvement, but it does keep bombs out of peaceful hands. This was always a nice distraction while driving your Volvo with holes in the floor.
Take it away Dezine.
On your way out, get me a Slurpee and Ding-Dong.
This is CRUSH, the kind of guy that drives those monster cars with 10-foot wheels that rises out of the ground and eats Humvees and armored cars.
Why do those guys always get the sun-tanned chicks with the big bazongas?
Is is something about evolution, or is it the Smell of Coppertone?
This piece - if memory prevails - was somewhere near Joe's Cappuchino joint just before they got black-balled for booting out Lesbians.
This time, the Jacqueline M Gallery.
Or, somewhere in Ancient Rome, between eating grapes and asking vain questions like:
What was Socrates up to when he said, "know thyself ..."...?
Ok, let's pretend we don't watch TV, we don't piss in dirty urinals, and we don't secretly crave to be a prostitute down on Powell St.
Until then, "Have Respect For Wood"... any anything else that comes out of your ass.
Have respect for the planet, the people, the little things you step on every day.
Give something, rather than take something.
