 internal digestive
organs are best painted at night, under the influence of morbid
chemicals. The alleyway down
Queen Street was quite a walk. I must admit I found the alleys
more interesting than the Street itself, although if one had earrings
in their nose and incense in their eyes, the sidewalk absolutely
crawled with earthly delights. It's the place to be, if you're
Hip, Hop, or Mop. Curly, Larry and Joe all abide here, with
earring in their kazoos and mohawk spikes on their 8th Chakra.
There's lots of it;
too much of it. It reeks of a city-sponsored, "we-can't-make-them-go-away-so-we'll-give-them-the-alleys-to-keep-them-off-the-streets"
type of campaign.
But that's no problem. It's the best of both worlds. Not
too much for yuppie tourismo's to digest. Doesn't piss off
the shop-holders in terms of tagging their earthy doorways. Keeps
the riff-raff off the streets and in the alleys; out of sight, out
mind.
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