In honour of Steven Patrick Morrissey’s 50th birthday, we hopped over cemetery gates to admire tombstones and drink illicitly. And also get eaten alive by mosquitos.
Keats & Yeats were on our side.
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In honour of Steven Patrick Morrissey’s 50th birthday, we hopped over cemetery gates to admire tombstones and drink illicitly. And also get eaten alive by mosquitos. Keats & Yeats were on our side.
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May 28th, 2009 at 11:24 pm - Edit
Mount Pleasant?
May 29th, 2009 at 12:00 am - Edit
Toronto Necropolis on Winchester. Cabbagetown.