SeyLyn #2.  We now dive further into the Realm of Forbidden Architecture of Soul.  The Night of Dreamers comes alive in the Bin of Sugar Secrets.  This bomb is one of the few worthwhile peices in this concrete wash-tub.

Significant is the Blues, the Curves and the General Rump of the thing.

"If it ain't here, it's in the Park".  Andy Griffiths throws a Home Run.  The Home Run again with Krylon Nylons. The Face Mask shows "concern for inhaled substances".  We need say no more.

On too many other pages of this tired tribunal, we have rendered silly the psychology of the Tibetan Color Wheel.  Blue is for Boys.  Boys who dream of Hunters, but end up in the kitchen at Wendy's.  Boys who dream of ArtSchool, but end up in AlleySchool. One could say, "which is the real school", and "where are the real lessons", but we'll leave that for you to decide.

But we'll show em'.   We'll show 'em for all they're worth.  Seriously boys, white and blue lacks imagination.  All you need is Red and you're Drunk In America.  Save the drugs for "after the game" and explore your visionary status by moving Down The Beach A Little Bit.  To Venice Beach, That is.  One or two more mundane Tags, and we'll leave SeyLyn's Pussy Factory for some real Action ... Down Town.  A little Red Balloon for your Broken Cookies and we're loggin'.  We're cookin' with Gas.  We're fartin' with Saltpeter.

So, Monday-Monday: mind your manners. Blue is for Bag Men.  Let's experiment with Life.  End your empty Love-Affair with Death. Court the Open Yard of the Wind.