ADIMAL: Satan Sells
Jesus and Anderson Cooper are not the only ones making their appearances on 6-6-06. The anti-Christ himself, via 20th Century Fox of course, will also rear its ugly head this June.

Jesus and Anderson Cooper are not the only ones making their appearances on 6-6-06. The anti-Christ himself, via 20th Century Fox of course, will also rear its ugly head this June.
Amazing how some of these artists get grants and cash to create really crappy public art. No wonder people don't want their tax dollars spent on some of these projects. Would you want a 7ft Metallic tampon on your corner? At least they stuck it up in Central Park for the tourists to appreciate.
L Train Station, 14th and 1st

Besides our reliance on them for food delivery, as pizza chefs, and when in Brooklyn, peeled orange vending, Mexican immigrants are also crucial in contributing to the artistic landscape of the city. Gems like this should be embraced. Open the floodgates and let these creative border crossers loose on every dirty city. Just watch them make something with nothing. "Mexican Pride" indeed.
Yeah let's see your native ass in this outfit handing out flyers. Seriously people, immigrants really do do the shit that Americans won't. Not even NYC's homeless would do these jobs.
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