Visual Art Down With the Rusty Cock!
This, my friends, is what ugly looks like:

I have named him Fucker, Fucker the Rusty Cock, and he is hideous. I walk by this guy every day. He sits outside Square Room, the little art shop on the corner of Broadway and Pike, and I hate him. I hate his little rusty pig friend, I hate his little rusty chicken friend, and I hate the rusty flowers with rusted petals that sit in the flower box next to him.
Maybe you don’t agree. Maybe you want Fucker the Rusty Cock to be a part of your garden? Well, that little price tag wrapped around his rusted little eye says “$410.” Go crazy. And get it out of my sight. Because honestly, and for the love of God, I can’t look at him anymore.
(Now, to alleviate all this bad energy I am releasing into the universe with this negative post, here’s something positive. It’s all about balance.)



I so fucking agree. These fucked up things have taken over the entire sidewalk and now the store has made what looks like a pen around the tree in front of the store. They sometime "place" these ugly ass things in there.