Blood in the Streets
El Chaperone and I back to The Dakota yet again to see Run With The Kittens. I am really starting to love these guys. Fun fun fun.
Kitty-corner (no pun intended) from the Dakota on the other side of Ossington is a Portugese butcher shop. I noticed it on the way home from work because they had a bunch of whole still-hairy goat carcasses in the window. They were gone when we walked up later, but I am going to check back later today again.
When we got to the corner, we were overwhelmed with the stench of death. Rotten dead putrefying cloud of something. It was garbage day, but this was not any average garbage smell. Not even close. Not even in August. The sidewalk and curb were wet.
With blood.
posted by Sheena @ 1:46 PM
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3 Comments:
okay this is just wrong.
I once got a leg of lamb from one of those Ossington butchers and the nuts were still attached.
perhaps a bit of a joke being played on the blonde manga-cake??
people. puhlease.
gross.
fortunately it's still hovering around the freezing mark.
Yet AGAIN SheenaVision smells the goddamn zeitgeist. blood blood everywhere a blood
Everywhere a blood blood! A sign of the apocalypse for sure! The Rapture's coming -- make sure you're wearing clean underwear!
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