WHEN ART ATTACKS PART 2 - LES INVASION

Like the black plague, the unstoppable 'lost dog' flyer campaign crossed the east river, making an on shore landing on the lower east side. Here we The Lost Dog in a phone in east river park.
And here, a few streets over, just off Houston.
The Tennis Center Under the Williamsburg bridge was not to be spared...
Nor was this gazebo in Tompkins Sq. Park.
...or construction vehicles parked under the williamsburg bridge.
Indeed, this invasion knew no limits. Not even sex lies and the threat of video tape would stop it.
Yes... the lost dog campaign lives on. Phatter than the live concert ads on C and 2nd, yet innocent enough at first glance to warrant one's attention.

The legacy lives on, even if the dog does not.
Within me there is an artist. He lives up my ass and when i pinch off my loaf to let him out, things tend to get ugly very quickly. This is my mental shit, and you will fear it's smell. To me though, it has the scent of naplam in the morning... it smells like... victory...