As I made light conversation with the manager of the flagship store of Suspect Video in order to draw attention away from the fact I was putting ISSUE ZERO stickers on everything in my path that was outside of his line of sight, I learned a terrible secret. The leftover merchandise and memorabilia of Suspect Video's Sister store, at Toronto's own Queen St. Hellmouth, post-empyro, was bulldosed into the foundation like that painting of the guy waking up after being buried alive during the black plague. The manager said it definately sealed and approved the insurance claim, but there was alot of good shit still down in there, mixed in with all the rest of the heritage buildings, $40,000 worth in melted parafenialia from the headshop, Jupiter, and all the equipment "They" used to make one mother of a drug-lab burn-out. I have to say that all those sites down there are probably in the process of being turned over, and are gonna be moulded into a trendy little gentrificating crutch for the hipsters to lean on when they sell the whole fuckin idea of rejuvinating the site to better the downtown core, primarily, because they're shit scared of the local fare, making it that much easier. But for Now, dear Readers, Vandals and Extreamists, if you go there now...
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
ISSUE ZERO: QUEEN STREET REMAINS, A PLACE FOR YOUR PAINT
As I made light conversation with the manager of the flagship store of Suspect Video in order to draw attention away from the fact I was putting ISSUE ZERO stickers on everything in my path that was outside of his line of sight, I learned a terrible secret. The leftover merchandise and memorabilia of Suspect Video's Sister store, at Toronto's own Queen St. Hellmouth, post-empyro, was bulldosed into the foundation like that painting of the guy waking up after being buried alive during the black plague. The manager said it definately sealed and approved the insurance claim, but there was alot of good shit still down in there, mixed in with all the rest of the heritage buildings, $40,000 worth in melted parafenialia from the headshop, Jupiter, and all the equipment "They" used to make one mother of a drug-lab burn-out. I have to say that all those sites down there are probably in the process of being turned over, and are gonna be moulded into a trendy little gentrificating crutch for the hipsters to lean on when they sell the whole fuckin idea of rejuvinating the site to better the downtown core, primarily, because they're shit scared of the local fare, making it that much easier. But for Now, dear Readers, Vandals and Extreamists, if you go there now...
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