Walking around San Francisco makes for plenty of opportunity to see some urban street art.  Some of the art isn’t so arty, but it’s still interesting.

The first category of street art is really just vulgar graffiti.  I’m sure it might have some sort of gang affiliation, but I want a fuck badge.  I would like to think that all around San Francisco there are various places that, if one fucks there, one receives a prize of some sort, a fuck badge, if you will.  This location, a bus stop on Potrero is where one would earn fuck badge #21.  Or not.

I suppose the word “flesh” isn’t necessarily dirty, but it certainly makes me think naughty thoughts.  Or there’s some gangster with the street name of FLESH.  I don’t know how that shit works.

What I’d really, really like is that if someone’s street name was Clit.  Clit would be particularly tough, beating up all the dicks.  I’ve been eying this nice bit o’ graffiti for some years, but until recently I didn’t have a decent camera on my phone.

The next type of street art is modified stickers.  I’m not the creative type at all, but I can pick out what looks cool.  I wonder if this octopus was created with that psychic octopus in mind.  Or maybe just some drugs on the mind.  Whatever the reason he was created and placed on this newspaper vending box, seeing it made me happy.

This swing danc- ing couple also made me happy.  Less the swing danc- ing and more the fact that they’re disguised so we can’t identify them.  I wonder what motivates both the image and for it to be put up, in this case on the plywood of a boarded up building.

I don’t even know what the heck this creature is, but I like the repurposing of the US Postal Service mailing label.

Finally, I love the paint- ed stencils on side- walks street art.  This Tetris one is just damn clever and cute, and the guy with the jackhammer is fun.

I swear.  True story.

Tags: SF love

Categories: True Story.

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