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KublaKhan
Location: Edinburgh, Scotland Total Likes: 207 likes
With Satan, it's always gimmie, gimmie.
| | | Re: Under the Garden City: Victoria B.C. secret tunnels. < Reply # 3481 on 2/3/2013 11:08 AM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Posted by A. Lien Great work and photos HBC. I've got some ideas about a snake cam, will discuss soon. KK's photo is worth a thousand words, many have uer in them... How's your air miles KK? You may want to fly back to help us crack this open Looks like HBC has done much of the work leading up to awesome.
| If it means having to fly (first) American Airlines (and then) Air Canada, forget it. I'll swim, then walk. Might even get there faster AND with my luggage intact. I went back to this place a few months after our thing with some previous owner, and when I asked the new guy the same question I asked the old guy, he (new guy) looked like he wanted to shoot me. "Nope...nothing to see here."
| "The truth is knowable. But probably not, ever, incontrovertible." --Don DeLillo PICS |
| Former Member
Total Likes: 1 like
NO LONGER ACTIVE.
| | | Re: Under the Garden City: Victoria B.C. secret tunnels. < Reply # 3483 on 2/4/2013 3:31 AM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Alright. I'm bored. Here's some really emo environmentalist poetry that I wrote!!! (PS--You're all adorable, whatever your views may be Hey KK, get out your Glenfiddich, cause its poetry time with the Gardeners! Northern Light Chalk soft powdery plains in slumber Traced by threads of song, of steel Pine cloaked by sun-kissed down Whisper secrets of the season Wicker rime crack snap Hoof paw flight to foliage Vine line webbed valves skirl Dawn rays cast brass tint shimmer Hoarse pipe rasp wracks resonance Hearth exhale seething sulphide soliloquy Tower machines piercing the soil Muscling memories into the oil Flame horizon igniting the sky Processing truth from beneath where bones lie Conduit fissure’s sordid slick slough Unfenced brine licks lure caribou cow Death angels bearing blood cross sea Natural gas liquefied blazing free Summer dust coats leaf chokes lung Diesel armada rumble invoking awe of tongue Fracturing shale by devouring streams Womb injected engineering materialistic dreams A newborn illuminated by dancing chrome sight Eyes wide glisten reflect the starry night Maternal molecules reconfigured Bearing witness, face disfigured The prophet breathes a perennial fight Awake beneath the Northern light Awake beneath the Northern Light
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| KublaKhan
Location: Edinburgh, Scotland Total Likes: 207 likes
With Satan, it's always gimmie, gimmie.
| | | Re: Under the Garden City: Victoria B.C. secret tunnels. < Reply # 3484 on 2/4/2013 9:25 AM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Posted by NinjaKlutz Alright. I'm bored. Here's some really emo environmentalist poetry that I wrote!!! (PS--You're all adorable, whatever your views may be Hey KK, get out your REDACTED, cause its poetry time with the Gardeners!
Northern Light
Chalk soft powdery plains in slumber Traced by threads of song, of steel Pine cloaked by sun-kissed down Whisper secrets of the season Wicker rime crack snap Hoof paw flight to foliage Vine line webbed valves skirl Dawn rays cast brass tint shimmer Hoarse pipe rasp wracks resonance Hearth exhale seething sulphide soliloquy Tower machines piercing the soil Muscling memories into the oil Flame horizon igniting the sky Processing truth from beneath where bones lie Conduit fissure’s sordid slick slough Unfenced brine licks lure caribou cow Death angels bearing blood cross sea Natural gas liquefied blazing free Summer dust coats leaf chokes lung Diesel armada rumble invoking awe of tongue Fracturing shale by devouring streams Womb injected engineering materialistic dreams A newborn illuminated by dancing chrome sight Eyes wide glisten reflect the starry night Maternal molecules reconfigured Bearing witness, face disfigured The prophet breathes a perennial fight Awake beneath the Northern light Awake beneath the Northern Light
| I don't drink that stuff because it's piss. Nice poem though. When I get back to Canada (provided, of course, that I'm allowed back into the country), I'll introduce you (by which I mean I'll get you absolutely hammered) to a nice little something known as Edradour Cask Strength Single Malt. If you so much as mention the word 'Glenfiddich' I'll subject you to a humiliating sexual REDACTED.
| "The truth is knowable. But probably not, ever, incontrovertible." --Don DeLillo PICS |
| A. Lien
Location: Fantasy Island B.C. Gender: Male Total Likes: 17 likes
Abductees Anonymous all welcome
| | | Re: Under the Garden City: Victoria B.C. secret tunnels. < Reply # 3485 on 2/5/2013 7:30 AM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Posted by KublaKhan
If it means having to fly (first) American Airlines (and then) Air Canada, forget it. I'll swim, then walk. Might even get there faster AND with my luggage *(and dignity) intact. I went back to this place a few months after our thing with some previous owner, and when I asked the new guy the same question I asked the old guy, he (new guy) looked like he wanted to shoot me. "Nope...nothing to see here."
| Yep, you and JP and I got down there before the place went from tea to needles. The attitude of the new tenants is/was not friendly. At least we saw the crudely bricked over portal, with dried sandy failing mortar just begging to be removed with a kitchen knife. Or a couple of kicks from Ninja Klutz. P.S. Please be very careful if flying A/A. Their drinks are water ed, and they had a bad accident in the fall of 2011 if I remember right. When flying A/A I always bring my flask, wear protection of a personal, (cough) Durex nature, and constantly look out the window. Then I run and tell the engineer if I see anything that they might have missed, (not seen yet) (and hopefully will) (see and miss) that's in the way. Godspeed Philip. What film was that from?
| My sister is Charlotte Light and Dark. Who am I? Farewell and thank you... "I was doing something that I thought could have some impact someday. In many ways, it's really these photographs that kept me going creatively." Dennis Hopper |
| Former Member
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| | | Re: Under the Garden City: Victoria B.C. secret tunnels. < Reply # 3487 on 2/6/2013 9:23 AM > | Reply with Quote
| | | The crowd is all ages, with many kinds of people gathered; rich, destitute, and even middle class, all dressed in their Saturday best for the glow of the show. There’s no air conditioning except for the overhead fans; here you don't concern about the heat, for it's something you accept to embrace in this oasis of life among the sun-bleached memento mori of leviathan wasteland tombs that soar sun-scarred crumbling outside the door, aloft upon the subsumed soils that run the banks of Mother Mississippi, you meandering cream silt salvation of us all. The saxophone and trumpet trudge submersively, assembling beauty through snarling mellow punctuations, as the guitarist plays down-tuned mood chords atop the bassist’s intricate sway among the waves of melancholy melody. The singer morphs into a growling griot, spitting words soaked slack in deadbeat rap roiling atop the pierce of fragmentary scream, his silver crucifix round neck shimmering beneath the dust-speckled limelight. Eyes shut taut, the singer unleashes an evisceration of hell falsetto, searing his soul on the stage in ascent to a cosmic place like some herald of heaven clawing ragged chill within our hearts to the last of breath's exhalation. For a fleeting moment, the audience is silent. Then, roaring applause.
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| J Peterman
Location: Victoria B.C. Total Likes: 18 likes
I'm going hunting for mysteries, cover me.
| | | Re: Under the Garden City: Victoria B.C. secret tunnels. < Reply # 3493 on 5/5/2013 2:00 AM > | Reply with Quote
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| HagensborgViking
Location: Fernwood, Victoria Gender: Male Total Likes: 90 likes
| | | Re: Under the Garden City: Victoria B.C. secret tunnels. < Reply # 3495 on 5/6/2013 4:15 PM > | Reply with Quote
| | | That story reminded me soooo much of myself back when I was young and nieve, minus the wild hobo hairdo. My life in mainland Burnaby was consumed by a fascination of our built heritage and the stories that each building could tell. Even the most heavily bastardized buildings, forever marred by half hearted renovations and illegal additions, would reveal themselves to me through the ornate chimney stack or hipped roof - clearly older than the vinyl siding and aluminum windows found directly below. Once I was old enough to go to the library by myself, old enough to walk the streets one after the other in the search of the mighty old, I began keeping records. Having moved to the island years ago I wasn't sure what I could ever do with all those files, but it was reading this story last week that finally gave me my direction. I called my Mom in Burnaby and told her I wanted to hand everything over to my former elementary school and that I needed her to find a contact there for me. She balked at the idea of giving all that paper to a bunch of little kids, almost demanding that I hand it over to the historical society or something, but I insisted that it would make much more of an impact if it could somehow lure some fresh minds into appreciating the history of their community... to help them unearth the stories of the homes and shops on their own street, including their own school. There are surely more kids like this one who merely need to be shown the direction, and call me crazy but that just seems to be a little more beneficial than handing it to a group of seniors to lock away in some basement.
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