North Granville, we continue.

Into the Scum-Bagging Alleyways, the Rat-Trap Slimeways of the Unusually-Distrurbed and the Seasonally-Adjusted.

Does it never end?

A doorway into Delusion awaits us, a beckoning into the Creature Discomforts and Assorted Pathways of Mayhem.  Will we go there?

Of course.  It's in our Blood.

It's True what the Poet intones.

The Bin Boys of the Downtown All-Sides are ones who keep the city relatively clean.  Minimizing the waste at the landfill.  Recycling what can be salvaged. Keeping themselves gainfully busy, warding off the Cold of the Moment.  Perhaps even earning a few pesos in the mix.

Even tho' those folks don't sit next to you at church or share your beer & pizza, they need to be acknowledged as part of the human family, as people who make an honest and humble contribution to society.

Moreso than the Liars and Thieves in the corporate boardrooms of Amerika.

So it goes.

Remio, Cosoe, Acter, Samo, Trik, Causr all lay claim to this festooned Pirate Doorway, next to a questionable "Grand Auto Theft" marquis, which I boycotted for obvious reasons.

Sorry folks.  Same branch as "rap music".  Senseless violence is even worse than sensible violence, and Grand Auto Theft is another gimmick to trick geeky pubes into thinking that human life is trash.

Games like that are trash and people who make them should spend a year cleaning out dumpsters in the downtown east side --> just to CONTRIBUTE SOMETHING to humanity other than IGNORANCE.

That's all the church lady says tonight.

Love your hot water bottle and have a good night's rest.

Another cute little Palace Of Nowhere in the Land of Naked Dreams, somewhere near Granville & Drake.

Kind of makes the Alley a little more tolerable to the eyes, but not the Nose.

If your color blue could smell, what would it say?

And, a closer look at the Eye that Peers through the Barbed Wire.  We could call her "Barb Wire", the green-eyed lady, and we could ask Tom Jones to write a Ballad.  But he won't.

Too much pain.

Too much pain for a man who Lives in Vegas and Dies in Delusion.

Too much pain for a man with tattoo's on his fist and needles in his heart.  Too much pain for people of the Street who go home alone, and whose home is Unknown.

One crawls out of one's own cave, when the fire gets too hot.  When the Bears become too playful.

Sorry.  It seems more of a Blue-Eyed Jesus than a Green-Haired Mary.  But that's okay Virginia.  These icons aren't gonna appear in your 2006 Christian Centerfolds for Jesus Calendar any time soon.  Maybe the Jim Morrison Lost Children Of The Moon Crusade.  Or possibly even the Charles Manson Dreams Of Jeanie series.

There's all kinds of room for Creative Impulses here!  Just pick up your pen and Dabble a bit!

If Bunny Shrinko can do it, YOU can do it!