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EDMONTON PAGE TWO

We change our Address Once Again.

URGE2 takes us to the ribcage of a Bondage & Discipline Store, not to far from the "across the tracks" part of town. It's all in our backyard really Martha - when will we Rednecks admit?

After a day on the cattle roundup, there ain't nothin' Bob likes to do more than cruise the B&D sites on his ADSL express.

In a town of Hockey Games and 7-11 Donut Gazebos, you gotta look hard to get the Real Bricks.  More interesting than the tags imposed up them, these walls have witnessed the passings-by of a host of whining and disgruntled human beings who never stop to look in each others' eyes.  Except "Porridge Man" in the Middle.  It's a Potato with Boxing Gloves.  He defends the Gentle Art of the Third Eye.  In the Inner City.

Color announces itself in some lost grotto, past Baltic Avenue.  IN the game of Monopoly, the currency is non-negotiable, but very colorful.  We like the incendiary blues and mauves here, signaling a moon rising in Aquarius.  Due to the scope of this virtuoso piece, SEZ offers another paranormal peek at the whole occasion. Click the Pic.

 

One might ask: "Is this the way they dress in Canada?"  Particularly if you're an American, you'll be prone to ask that question.  The answer is "yes".  We're all members of the Bronx BreakDancers Crew, and "Elmo" to the left, is our patron saint.   My dear yankee visitors, did you realize that we just legalized VCR's here a year ago?  Why, President Jean Poutine rammed the damn bill through Congress while the Senate was sleeping.

It's not unusual to see me cry.  And that is why!

Actually, the misfit on the left is merely a shoe-shine boy on the streets of Halifax.  "One Love" suggests he is displaced from the Kingdom of Jamaica.  We also don't know what he carries in his hands, but the chinese writing to his right suggests that perhaps it's an opium pipe or an apple core.  Jeez, the things we concern ourselves with.

The sax player on the right suggests to our innocent American visitors that most Canadians are black, musicians, and rabid street artists.  This is also true.  Canada is often referred to as the "Harlem Of The North".  Yo', check this out bruthuh.  Why in Deadmonton, on a cold, freezing, 40-below-zero day, we're all out warmin' our paws over the fire-barrel and horkin' down chitlin's and black-eye peas.  We love music and we love life.  Get yo' white ass out of our country, yankee trailer trash !!

Okay.  I give up.  The piece on the left is "kinda brown", reminds me a bit of a horse.  A horse caught in a tar pit.  A horse facing extinction.  A mythological horse with feathers.  Okay I give up.

What is it?

 

 

 

On the right, we have 3 dogs humping a crocodile.  Why?  Well the reason is this:  In Canada, we go to "extreme forms of entertainment".  This is no "CNN-tonight-honey" kind of place.  This is raw, disgusting, primitive tribalism.  Worse than Australians.  We don't stop until all species are satisfied.

In fact, did you know that CNN is outlawed in Canada?  Why?  Because the board of directors of the CBC (chaired by Fidel Castro) has determined that the CNN is simply a whimpering mouthpiece of US Imperialist Vested Interests and Big Money.  They show politically-correct 20-year old gum-chewing women who ramble on with their "daddy's little girl" voices to soothe the impotent football players who regularly tune in south of the border.  No news, just pre-digested pablum for the masses.  We in Canada are wise to that kind of shit.  So, instead, we turn to Lloyd Robertson for the Truth.

It's one of the things that makes us so culturally distinct from Americans.  You got Donald Rumsfeld; we got Lloyd Robertson.

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