St = the old Railway Station at terminal Avenue. This graffiti
recorded here is now "history". If your "History Class" was a "Mystery Class"
in High School, you'll really rag on this one. If you missed class because you were smoking drugs, you're well on the
way to a Ph.D. - mister "Rainy Day"!
name smells like dead pidgeons and steamy chinese cafe's. This pit
of iniquity is also a thing of the Past, a Mothball in the soup of
your Inner Soul. We feature the Rollercoaster of Kwosa and "Teddy Bowel"
- our Archeologically-Incorrect can of Psychological Worm Warfare.
America, Be Ready.
The back Alleyways in Gastown are
full of Cowboys & Indians, Piss and Graffiti. Life's redeeming lessons can
be learned elsewhere. Stay at home,
play it safe. But, occasionally, we'll glimpse the renditions of
Raw Wisdom and stolen Sharpie pens, installed on the back-doorways
of Purgatory, for you, bourgeois reader, to sip at your leisure.
Pender St has
a missing tooth, just like an aging Eskimo's dentures. In this empty space,
little Graf Angels filled the cracks with Paintcan Mythology and deadly
bacteria. Join us as we strive to acknowledge their magnificence!
If you really wanna see a movie, you got 2 choices. You
can watch teenagers in exploding cars in any of the popcorn-reeking
"famous players" cinemas on North Granville. Or you can
simply walk the streets and alleys and enjoy a new movie every day.
Life at its dreariest, weariest, and queeriest. North
take you there.