The Tulip Graffitist is at it again, practicing senseless beautification. Kind of too well-executed to be called a wheatpaste. This is not a gun.

    Variations on a vaguely Oceanic theme. From the Cutesy school. Goofus Maximus.

Saw several guys painting in an alley in the Tenderloin.   It was a pleasant afternoon. The fellas had a few beers, a hip-hop tune about ‘bitches’ boomed from somebody’s truck, and for a moment, one could forget about the stench of urine. Just for a moment.