Okay Mama.  The "AA Crew" seems to claim most of the delinquency in this area, although a few familiar downtown painters are recognizeable here too.

The next few pieces are out of another hole-in-the-wall dental orifice, oriented perpendicular to the Venerable Street of Theatres.  Theatre of the Absurd.

Howling at Midnight for the Vampire LeStat is the tribulation above; followed by other ghost-like throwups as shown.

Here we see the Blue Devil, Frog-Dog and Casper Slimtone hovering around a Teepee with Shingles. Blue Shingles.

Quite cool the colors, Martha, but it leaves me a little bereft of attidtude, and confers a mild case of Mildew to boot.  Makes me long for the Bleu Pyramid Again.  Damn.

We could get quite sore of these 3-D letters over time. Kind of like "trapped in a Heavy Metal Concert Without Earplugs".  With Bad-Breath Vampires breathing down my lilly-white neck.

Meantime, back on the "Creature Side" of the alley, Mister Radiator Mouth extols ancient wisdom on the calories required to get your blood boiling if you rely on Cheap Beverages to do so.

Three vampires went into a bar and sat down.
The barmaid came over to take their orders.
"And what would you, er, gentlemen like tonight?"
The first vampire said, "I'll have a mug of blood."
The second vampire said, "I'll have a mug of blood."
The third vampire shook his head at his companions
and said, "I will have a glass of plasma."
The barmaid wrote down each order, went to the
bar and called to the bartender,
"Two bloods and a blood light!"

Orko Wiz and Mikaela seem to claim this Toy Boat here.

A nifty piece of merchandise, but - sad to say, not one of SEZ1's Street-Art Sweet-Hearts.  Some serious color-wheel work needed here.

Perhaps even a few mind-bending drugs, just to get the inspirational juices flowing?

Okay AA CREW. Enough is enough.  We retreat back to the Cat-Piss™ Alleyways of North-side downtown.

Onward to more solid delusions, more substantial soliloquies and more rambunctious ramblings.

There is Life in the Alleyways.