The City of North Van keeps spending it's hard-earned Do-nut
money painting over the bridge pillars beneath the Mosq Creek
overpass.
Because they Love You? Not. Why? Because
we're under-employed here in the GRIFFIN GULCH? Nope. Why
is this: because they're tired bureaucrats with nothing to
do and money to spend. And no one has the guts
to say, "fuck you".
beneath the Masonite mask
of Just Another Alien at Your Picnic.
Legible by spotlight and delectable for lunch, yes. Pass
the Cognac, s'il vous plait.
and
Beyond. Seen this one up for a while, yes? Derek must
hold some clout with the local villagers. Another keep
exponent of Silver Grey, Derek keeps his alphabet soup together
for us Illegal Aliens who can't read scat unless it's spelled
out in Proper English.
Oh how we love our Anglo Saxon Chemistry.
Here, Jethro refuses his Worms once again. mama Bird
she mad now. Don't spit out your worms or you'll go
suffering to bed of nails tonight, kindly feathered one.
and yes, you nasty
little paint-rats who defaced Mark4, I got it before your
ratty little green fingers did! So there!
No
one understands Death. even tho' we're surrounded by it all
the time. There's
a really sweet piece of graf near the 2 memorials that says
something like: "clear the thorns out of the garden
of your heart and grow love" ... or something like that. It's
a little naive piece made with simple colors and crayons
and stuff.
It may have
been painted on by friends of family of the deceased kids
who fell thru the cracks. It's death that truly brings
out wisdom and rallies the human spirit to a cause beyond
our usual shallow sarcasm.
But, the limbic Criminals often get "close" to poetry in
their ramblings, and Mark4 is almost on the mark. The
gift is questionable, the poetry is a cute little half-zen-koan,
but the art is good.
While we're on the subject of the deep
and inconsolable longings of humanity, why don't we just dangle this lost
piece from moons ago in front of your 3rd eye?
Why Waste Time?
Why Waste Energy?
Why Waste Life?
Why Waste Paint?
Four tired questions with no answers in sight. This
was an old piece, from Aug/02, perhaps put up as a reaction
to the needless deaths: someone questioning the abysmal counterfeit
coins of life, but none brave enough to answer. Nice
piece. Says so much more than most.
to contain some of the original and foolhardy creatures
of the Mosquite Night Klan. A few more answers to a
few more jaded questions, and a few more disguised Creatures
Of The Night to keep us happy and distracted for a little
longer.
This charmer has been
spotted in nightclubs and karoke joints from near to far
and is a fave of the Cartoonist-Muralist ilk. His stuff
is beyond good - reeks with Old School Charm and New School
Sugar.
. It's clearly Canadian,
and clearly Cute. I would vote for Ope if he ran in a federal
election.
We'll showcase a few of the more serious and traditional
"archive tags" from Under The BoardWalk, and then we're off
to bed, like all good little SugarPlums.
"MICK". We all love a Rainbow. Why
is that?
Unknown. But Lively and Good-Humored. Photos here
were partly flash-illuminated, partly "fish_eyed". For
your viewing pleasure, I have graphically-enhanced what was
hard-to-read and deleted the rest.
HIGH TIMES. We all had them. How could we forget? Where
are they now? Where are WE now?
Too much information.
SONE. OK. I like it. Mainly because it's got
that "black & white" feel to it. latex. 
We're thru wagin' war on mediocrity. Now it's your turn. You'll
be tested tomorrow. Did you do your homework?
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