For now, join
Bunny Shrinko, resident "psychiatrist of the pipes" in
some Coffee Squeezo Joint in the nortorious "Mount
Pleasant" neighborhood. Bunny's the only one
who isn't wearing a hat, but
he wears many hats. You'll recognize him by his
Cape Breton Bandana.
We'll be updating you on Main Street as things
progress. In the meantime, kick back, have a coffee,
and come to terms with your restless Inner Self.
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- another Empty Man in a Sad World. Ho-Hum. That's okay,
he has the patience of the Edmund-Fitzgerald. He will wait,
indelibably inserted into the substance of the bricks, until his
dream is realized.
That means most have already been painted
over, demolished, or desecrated by Mike and the Graffiti Goons. Too
bad, no funeral for My Piglet. Oh Well, Opee and all the
Caricature Manufacturers will continue to churn out quality Krylon
Beings until the cows come home.
This is going to churn
your Pajamas. A trip back in time. To when the Main
St Train Station was something to see. Mister Gargoyle-colors
on the left is trying to convey the word "explode" in Chinese,
and he's doing a damn good job.
but
we won't say a thing, because WE ARE TOO POLITE & SELF-CONSCIOUS.
Damn!
Where's Dave, man? Dave
is right here, enjoying the effects of BC Bud, as he looks into
the mirror to shave. Unfortunately, he sees a Negro in the
mirror.
Dave is somewhat alarmed. He had been under the impression
- most of his life - that he was a White Man. Now, Dave is
Black. Dave must do some Heavy Thinking over the next couple
of days about his fantasy of becoming King Snoop Dogg Rapper Supreme.
, Book-keeping for a
Family Greek Restaurant. But then, mid-life does bring changes
to us all.
Perhaps a "Space Gun". Looks a
bit like a Penis, huh? (you weren't supposed to say that!)
Just a coincidence.
Becomes a gun
that invents "Zena, Warrior Waitress" and grows malignant fantasies
in the mind. Fantasies that are never realized. Only
the gun becomes more real. And boyhood changes to False Manhood.
Life progresses. We change the channel.
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More Bleu Gibberish from people
who talk
with food in their mouth. |
I've seen this guy on TV,
i'm pretty sure of that. |
These legs belong
in a concentration camp. |
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Roy and Buster own
a used-car lot.
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Jerry is an Animal-Rights Activist! |
This shot was taken
at a PTA Meeting!
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along
the hidden pipes. We recommend Draino or the Roto-Rooter
Man.
Another pleasant face in a pleasant neighborhood. Just be
careful of the syringes on the ground. Messy things. People
sleep by this fence at night. IT's the old Train Yard, before
things got "cleaned up".
Not a happy camper. Thinking
too deeply about lives lived and loves lost. What a cost. Grim
Inventory, Timmy!
Without the Drugs and
Intellectual conversations to distract you, pursue your Brightest
Star!
, says
the encouraging caption over BeanyBoy on the Left. Choice
affirmations by a self-hating society of men. Wow. What
would Joseph Campbell say to all of this?
He's a freak, and born out of an egg in his abdomen, is a little
green monster. Makes you want to eat dinner with Mom tonight,
yes?
Forget the sushi; raw fish has lost its impact.
This Concerned Citizen on the right, Property of COSC or COSE
is one of my all-time Golden Oldie Favo-Ravo's!
The Bleu Eyes, Baby! The
Concentrated Intent. Finally, a male Authority Figure that
doesn't look Stupid! Gawdawful angry, but a "justified" type of
that stuff.
Someone's gonna pay for Something
Almighty right! Tonight! Uptight! Click the pic
for a closeup of COSE and the Dark Angel of Concern!
take the occasion to swing a little cutesy piece. Not
knowing what to say now, I will simply call it "The Telephone Dance". Performed
by Prime Minister Paul Martine, who took over from Jean Poutine,
who took over from Eliot Trudeau, who Danced in front of the Queen
(or behind her back).
All in a Day.
It's night-time.
There are robbers. Tread quietly as Main Street Sleeps once
more.
We'll be back for more treats from the Street that Sometimes Sleeps
... when God, King and Country decree it fit to return.
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