Call me weird-but I notice these things

I think it must be my new fascination with that peculiar, oddball fad in the Mission of 'discreet propaganda'. So discreet in fact, that most people's gaze tends to float blithely by without so much as a thought. Maybe I have too much time on my hands - anyway I thought it worthy of a mention. Don't ask me what it means - but somehow I do get a commentary in my head - and it tallies with my own street internal dialogue. 

A MOMA Moment - in the Mission

This is probably more of a unplanned Group Art piece. The colorful saga of order despoiled and restored and despoiled and restored in a never-ending battle of guile. I'm intrigued by the weekly shenanigans - It's just the shits if you own the property.

Warts up Pussy Kat?

OK I dare you to come in and browse. The bookshop on Valencia Street showcasing 'The Zombie' monthly theme  couldn't have come up with a better sales girl. The taunting cleavage - that 'come hither' eye contact. This Kitty has it all. Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!