Angel Ise fills us all with reverence for Lost Comrades, perhaps a tribute to a Sister who died young of Cancer or to an incident that we'd forgotten, but never recovered from. There are many such things in Life. All are sacred.  All are scared Angels waiting to surface, in our Lagoon of Sleep.  They join our hands as we run deluded through our dying forests. They are the only true companions we have.

Someone tried to spell "Peace" with Pea Soup and almost made it. Signed by Kwick, and others of Swift Pen.  Notable only for the crumbling rust around the door-handles that must have been a significant challenge to our Noble Painters.

THEORY saves us once again from insanity with another of his Funky splashes.

Perhaps mundane to some, and "proletariat" to others of a Marxist bent, it's like Rubbing Alcohol at the neighborhood pub.

Some clean the floors with it, some drink it.

More organic Poetry for the hard-of-hearing. This tasty Asparagus niblet is grown specifically for the Uptown Farmer's Market.  Why are those Farmer's Market People so glum?  Many of them are neurotic people who had troubled childhoods - perhaps they lost a sister to Cancer - and they tried to Cure themselves of the impending Neurosis with Herbal Teas and Apple Cider Vinegar.

God knows it didn't work.  So they're still glum, but they didn't resort to heroin or WWF Wrestling to ease their pain.  They chose to walk the Organic Pathway instead, which is slightly Closer my Lord to Thee, but not as much fun as Heroin.  Click the above silky banner for a trip to Bigger and Better Panoramas!

Well, "Lumber-Master" takes over once more, where "Home Depot" left off.   I'm of the mind that if Revy's and Home Depot did some serious Train-Tag Adverts, they might spice up the Home Renno's culture enough to make it actually exciting.

"Lumber-Master" is a no-frills kind of tagger, the type who builds "shelving" on the weekends, while all the other suburban daddies are out with their aprons and barbeques.

It takes the guess-work out of "Quality Time For The Whole Family".

"Omen" and "ASM" claim the Barbershop Quartet to the left, and I can't argue  with them on that point.  I'd certainly go to them for a haircut, especially if I was enlisting in the Armed Forces.

There's something a bit "military" about trains anyway, me-thinks.  Men simply like to be around large heaps of rusting metal - it's bionically fused into the male cerebellum around the 5th week of gestation.  Just when the girls are getting their dose of Barbie Bitch programming.

How often do you see a group of men standing around the open bonnet of a '57 Chev, gawking in silent meditation as one man fiddles to try to change a spark plug?

Or, a bunch of men standing on the street, watching a fellow city-working prying a man-hole cover off a sewer?  And they look like they're absolutely FASCINATED BY IT.  These and many other answers to the complex male psyche are lurking just beneath the surface of our unsuspecting day-to-day consciousness.  Thank you OMEN and ASM for inspiring today's PsychoActive Graffiti Revelation!

This one speaks to me mainly because of the RAIN DRIPPING DOWN the side of the boxcar.  The boxcar is crying.  It is like an elephant, trapped in the Bronx Zoo.

No one listens.

No one cares about its Elephant Mind and its Dinosaur Disposition as they slowly petrify and die, only to become another Tourist Trap, another Toy for the bored mind of Modern Man.

The tags here are incidental passing scenery on the backdrop of a Dying Canvas.  The meadow visits the Elephant, and both live off each others kindness.

There's a lot of "zen" in a box-car, if you look beyond the paint.

We end this day with a glance backward to our "Happy New Year" tag for the year 1996-1997, subtitled, "Harrisburg Action".   The only supporting article we could find was "Out In Harrisburg", a tribute to the burdgeoning Blooming of Gay culture in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, USA.

This is heartening. With a little "Red, White & Blue" significance, the "FED"s are helping all Gay America take off it's shoes and proceed down the Red Carpet of Acceptance by Mom, Church and Country.

Funny how some tags just pass the Test of Time.  Eight Years of Krylon Colorfast Durability!

Blessings to all who show their True Colors!