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The Mass Shooter Ron Soye · Apr 13, 2025

KQED: At Embarcadero Plaza, a Giant Nude Sculpture Nobody Asked For (archive)

By Sarah Hotchkiss - 2025-04-11 22:35:13 UTC

People gather for the April 10, 2025 press preview of 'R-Evolution, a 45-foot metal statue created by Petaluma artist Marco Cochrane, installed at Embarcadero Plaza in San Francisco.

On April 10, Marco Cochrane’s 45-foot-tall metal sculpture of a nude woman, titled R-Evolution, was unveiled to the public at San Francisco’s Embarcadero Plaza. She will stand there, her butt facing the Ferry Building, her mechanized chest “breathing” for one hour each day, for at least six months, possibly a whole year.

As I gazed up at this monumental steel and mesh sculpture on Thursday, I felt embarrassed for the city of San Francisco.

Look, I don’t write negative reviews often. When I do pan something, it’s in the interest of public service (should you pay $40 for that?), and with the acknowledgement that I might not be the intended audience of a certain thing.

One of several problems with R-Evolution is that we are all the audience for this thing, and no one asked us if we wanted it.

The view of ‘R-Evolution’ that greets people from the Ferry Building.

I admit, the Burning Man aesthetic is not my aesthetic. While R-Evolution is certainly a feat of engineering and fabrication, it doesn’t succeed for me as a standalone artwork removed from the stark landscape and pounding EDM of the Playa. Also, why would we seek to occlude our hard-won view of the Ferry Building?

Embarcadero Plaza, shadeless, polarizing, is a complex site filled with real pieces of architectural and cultural history. (Save the Vaillancourt Fountain!) R-Evolution, made for a party in the desert, has no relationship to its new urban surroundings and everyday city life.

And then there’s the “feminism” of it all.

San Francisco, like all American cities, has a major gender imbalance when it comes to its public art — both in terms of who’s represented by it and who made it. We even passed a 2018 ordinance declaring that a meager 30% of statues, street signs and parks on city-owned property should honor historical women. Since then, we’ve added just one such monument to our Civic Art Collection.

L–R: ‘R-Evolution’ model Deja Solis and artist Marco Cochrane at the April 10, 2025 press preview at Embarcadero Plaza.

And though R-Evolution is based on real-life model Deja Solis (as impossibly proportioned as she seems), she is neither a historical figure nor named. That may be Alma de Bretteville Spreckels atop the Dewey Monument in Union Square, but really she’s just a symbol of colonial military victory. People are tired of retrograde symbols; according to San Francisco’s Monuments and Memorials Advisory Committee, the Dewey Monument is one of the least-liked monuments in the Civic Art Collection.

R-Evolution, in a very old-fashioned way, is not a singular person, but a self-declared symbol of “divine feminine energy” — a giant nude sculpture of a woman made by a man. We should know by now that a depiction of a woman is not inherently feminist.

But when we give our public space over to third-party art agencies and privately funded artwork, maybe all we can expect is out-of-place aesthetics and half-baked messages of representation. (Similarly plopped-down temporary artworks now dot the Great Highway and JFK Drive, thanks to agencies like Building 180 and Illuminate.)

Representatives of the San Francisco Arts Commission, the Port of San Francisco, Recreation and Parks, Building 180 and, at center, model Deja Solis and artist Marco Cochrane, imitate the pose of ‘R-Evolution’ at Embarcadero Plaza.

So how did R-Evolution even get here?

The sculpture, which was built on Treasure Island and debuted at Burning Man in 2015, was originally meant for temporary installation at Union Square. The Union Square Alliance, which includes neighborhood business owners, was very excited for the attention (and foot traffic) the sculpture might bring to the beleaguered commercial district. But at the last minute, engineers deemed the 32,000-pound sculpture too heavy for the plaza tiles and the garage below.

The Recreation and Parks Department pivoted to another location: Embarcadero Plaza. In a March 3 meeting, when the San Francisco Arts Commission approved the installation in an 11-to-1 vote, several commissioners noted the sculpture is “controversial.”

Commissioner JD Beltran, the lone nay, noted that had this been an SFAC commission, “one of the things that we do, that has not been done … is that we seek pretty extensive public comment about the effect of the statue on the community.”

A person looks up at ‘R-Evolution’ in Embarcadero Plaza on April 10, 2025.

Because R-Evolution is a temporary installation, privately funded by the Sijbrandij Foundation, organized by Building 180, and hosted by Recreation and Parks, it did not go through a period of public feedback. The commission received just three emails prior to their March 3 meeting, most worried about the sculpture’s effect on plaza vendors.

In contrast, the Potrero Yard Modernization Project, a bus maintenance facility and affordable housing development set to be built across the street from KQED, allowed for two weeks of comment on its public art components. Posters put up around the neighborhood made sure everyone in the vicinity knew how to add their two cents.

Ultimately the review panel for the bus depot may not choose the art I would like to see from my office window, but that’s OK. My opinion was requested and absorbed by someone at some point in the decision-making process. I am the public, I had a say in my art.

R-Evolution is public art only in the most literal sense: It exists in public space. But the public — as in, the people — had nothing to do with it.

Tablet County · Apr 13, 2025

Statue doesn't even have a nice ass. What a ripoff.

Kiska · Apr 13, 2025

Putting that thing in front of the iconic old-world ferry building is just an emblematic symbol of how far SF as a city has collapsed, between the naked people BDSM pride fairs in the middle of public streets and the george droyd fentpocalypse why can't leftists just leave San Fran alone for once.

wtfNeedSignUp · Apr 13, 2025

> Statue of a man - Let's put him in the time period appropriate getup.
> Statue of a woman - Let's make her naked.

ToroidalBoat · Apr 13, 2025

San Francisco is still standing after being the -- or at least a -- ground zero of Clown World for over a decade?

:thinking:

The Mass Shooter Ron Soye · Apr 13, 2025

ToroidalBoat said:
San Francisco is still standing after being the -- or at least a -- ground zero of Clown World for over a decade?

Sorting through those headlines was eye-opening.

It will persist until things get crazy enough to drive all the rich people out. New California regulations could be the catalyst to force businesses to leave. A really big earthquake like the one in 1906 could help. Then it will become a faggier Detroit.

Cryptojew · Apr 13, 2025

I lived in San Francisco for a few months, about a decade ago. It's crazy just how much worse it's gotten since then.

NoReturn · Apr 13, 2025

Star Trek

irl -

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGGQKF8wzbA

More:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hDSGc16txds

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zAfVNkSRSM4

Particle Bored · Apr 13, 2025

What fucking trash. And not because omg naked, but because it's just a trash statue.

There's been another giant naked chick statue across the bay in San Leandro for amost 10 years. Compare and contrast:

SF:

SL:

Disdainer of the Plebs · Apr 13, 2025

The Mass Shooter Ron Soye said:
Representatives of the San Francisco Arts Commission, the Port of San Francisco, Recreation and Parks, Building 180 and, at center, model Deja Solis and artist Marco Cochrane, imitate the pose of ‘R-Evolution’ at Embarcadero Plaza.

Everyone in this picture is probably a homosexual, which is why this ugly-ass installation looks the way it does. The queers don't have 1/10th of the eye for aesthetics they would have you believe.

IAmNotAlpharius · Apr 13, 2025

Tablet County said:
Statue doesn't even have a nice ass. What a ripoff.

I can’t fap easily to this one.

ToroidalBoat · Apr 14, 2025

Cryptojew said:
It's crazy just how much worse it's gotten since then.

What's some examples you've seen?

Cryptojew · Apr 14, 2025

ToroidalBoat said:
What's some examples you've seen?

The street shitting. Back in 2016 I only encountered it once or twice, now it's so bad they need an app to keep track of it all. Part of me wonders if it isn't being caused by the homeless at all— the tech industry has imported so many Indians, it could be Pajeet expressing his native culture and blaming it on the vagrants.

I will say that the homeless used the fountain by the library as a urinal even back when I lived there.

The Mass Shooter Ron Soye · Apr 14, 2025

Los Angeles Times: ‘The vibe shift is’ real. San Francisco Mayor Daniel Lurie becomes his hometown’s hype man (archive)

Daniel Lurie walks with his daughter, Taya, left, and his wife, Becca Prowda, during his San Francisco mayoral campaign. [But what is that creature on the far left?]

By Hannah Wiley
April 14, 2025

SAN FRANCISCO — When Daniel Lurie won election in November as San Francisco’s new mayor, he knew there were daunting challenges ahead: the twin epidemics of homelessness and addiction; a deflated downtown economy; the general sense among locals that a malaise had clouded their colorful city.

Five months later — 100 days into Lurie’s tenure — it’s not as if any of those problems have gone away. And yet, “I love my job,” said Lurie, 48, during a recent interview in his stately City Hall office.

“People say, ‘What are the surprises?’ I think I’m surprised by just how much I love this job.”

As an heir to the Levi Strauss family fortune, Lurie comes from one of the city’s most prominent families, with roots dating to the Gold Rush. So, it’s no surprise he feels a deep connection to his city. But his decision to use the mayoral post to not only set policy but also boldly hype San Francisco is part of a broader strategy. He wants the nation to see a city on the rise. And maybe even more important: for San Franciscans to embrace the image.

“The vibe shift is, I believe, real in our city,” he said. “There’s a sense of hope and optimism that people haven’t seen for a long time. I have a lot of people saying, ‘I’m proud to be a San Franciscan for the first time in a while.’ Now, I’ve always been proud. That’s why I ran.”

Lurie, a moderate Democrat, bested incumbent London Breed and three other City Hall veterans by appealing to voters disillusioned with sprawling homelessness and the city’s stalled post-COVID recovery. He came to the job with no experience as an elected official. His work life centered on Tipping Point, a Bay Area nonprofit he founded in 2005 that has raised more than $400 million for initiatives focused on job training, housing and early childhood education for low-income families.

Even many of his supporters expected Lurie, with his starched shirts and monotone voice, to approach the new job as more of a public policy nerd than a cheerleader-in-chief. But, for now, he’s effectively embraced both roles. One day he’s unveiling plans to get tough on public drug use; the next, he’s across town throwing the first pitch at the Giants’ opening day at Oracle Park. He often uses his Instagram to highlight both the serious and more fun parts of his job.

Lurie knows he’s got a long road ahead as far as making the changes he promised voters: dismantling the tent cities; expanding shelter options; reinvigorating the business sector; making the city decidedly unfriendly to drug dealers. But what rankles him is not so much the scope of the agenda. It’s the bureaucracy he sees as standing in his way.

“In the first few weeks, I would be walking on the streets and be like, why is there trash at a bus shelter?,” Lurie said, recounting one such example. “Well, we don’t do trash pickup on Saturdays and Sundays. And I was like, people still take the bus on Saturdays and Sundays, and we have tourists from all over the world coming here.”

“We have to be a 24/7 city, and often we are a city that is 9 to 5, Monday through Friday,” he said.

Lurie, dad to two school-aged children, is also learning how to mesh being a 24/7 mayor with a rich and supportive family life. He often references as a role model the late Sen. Dianne Feinstein, who served as San Francisco’s mayor from 1978-88. Like Feinstein, Lurie wants to be a hands-on mayor, walking city streets by day, while at least every so often making it home early enough to sit down with his family for dinner.

He posits, with a smile, that he may actually have the lightest schedule in the family. His wife, Becca Prowda, is a high-ranking aide to Gov. Gavin Newsom, serving as Newsom’s chief of protocol. His son, 11-year-old Sawyer, plays baseball, soccer and flag football. Lurie’s daughter, 14-year-old Taya, recently performed in the San Francisco Ballet’s rendition of “Frankenstein.”

“She was the first person onstage,” Lurie said with the smile of a very proud dad. “She has a moment where she is dancing onstage with and standing next to Sasha (DeSola),” a principal dancer with the company.

Lurie still takes his kids to school every morning, he said, and aims to get home by 9 p.m. most nights, while reserving Friday and Sunday evenings for family. He spent Passover weekend with his family in Southern California.

On the campaign trail, Lurie said his kids’ experience of San Francisco inspired him to run for mayor, recounting a story about walking with them through the Mission District and encountering a man in the midst of a mental health crisis. Lurie pledged to prioritize public safety and increase pathways to treatment for mental illness and addiction.

Soon after his Jan. 8 inauguration, Lurie introduced an ordinance that allows the city to more quickly open new shelter and treatment programs while giving his office leeway to pursue private funding for those efforts. This month, he announced a new public health policy that prohibits city staff and nonprofits that receive city funding from handing out sterile syringes and other clean drug supplies unless they actively work to connect people with services.

Lurie has tapped a handful of elite tech and business executives to act as advisors and help shape policies that will revitalize a downtown hit hard by the COVID-era shutdowns and the exodus of tech workers who embraced remote work. Among the people he’s recruited: Laurene Powell Jobs, the billionaire philanthropist and widow of Steve Jobs; Ruth Porat, president and chief investment officer of Alphabet and Google; OpenAI CEO Sam Altman; Larry Baer of the San Francisco Giants; venture capitalist Ron Conway; and the executives of DoorDash, Gap, Ripple, Salesforce and Visa.

Their brain power — and money — will be a powerful tool in helping jolt San Francisco’s downtown back to life, Lurie said.

“I’m going to work with anybody that wants to help San Francisco get back to its rightful place as the greatest city in the world,” he said.

Lurie’s performance has drawn accolades from unexpected political corners.

“I think Mayor Lurie is doing fantastic,” said state Sen. Scott Wiener (D-San Francisco), a Breed ally who expressed excitement at Lurie’s housing policies and support for public transit.

“I enjoy him personally. I enjoy his approach,” said Supervisor Rafael Mandelman, the new president of the Board of Supervisors, the city’s powerful legislative arm, which for years was dominated by ultra-liberals who often clashed with previous mayors. The November elections brought more centrist members to the 11-member body who may be more inclined to support Lurie’s centrist agenda.

“He’s willing to really learn, and he’s willing to listen,” said Supervisor Connie Chan, a progressive. “And it’s not just symbolic listening. He’s actively listening.”

Even former longtime Supervisor Aaron Peskin, an old-school liberal who lost to Lurie in last year’s mayoral race, said he accepted a recent invitation from Lurie to take a walk and talk shop. Peskin said he appreciates that the new mayor is willing to listen to different opinions.

“San Francisco needed to have a change, both for national perception and for local perception,” Peskin said.

Plenty of unpopular decisions loom. Chief among them is a gaping budget deficit nearing $1 billion, a number that will almost certainly require sweeping cuts and tough negotiations with the Board of Supervisors and the city’s public labor unions.

Lurie has already gotten pushback from some prominent community groups concerned that his new policies will ignite a repeat of the nation’s failed war on drugs, as well as those skeptical of his tight connections with tech leaders.

“We’ve had a pay-to-play atmosphere at City Hall,” said Julie Pitta, president of the Phoenix Project, a progressive group that tracks tech money in San Francisco politics. “Does Mayor Lurie think these people will not want something in return for the help they are giving him?”

For now at least, Lurie is taking both the accolades and criticism in stride. He’s already alluded to a reelection campaign, saying it might take more time to reestablish his hometown as a city where every tourist wants to visit and every business wants to open shop.

“I think we’re off to a strong start,” Lurie said. “But my expectations are sky-high.”

Associated Press: Judge says sexual abuse cases against San Francisco Archdiocese can go to trial (archive)

Updated April 11, 2025

SAN FRANCISCO (AP) — The cases of two men who allege they were sexually abused as children in Northern California by a now-deceased priest can proceed to trial, a federal judge ruled.

The decision Thursday by U.S. Bankruptcy Judge Dennis Montali comes nearly two years after San Francisco’s Roman Catholic archdiocese filed for bankruptcy to manage more than 500 lawsuits alleging child sexual abuse by church priests and employees.

Montali said his decision will go into effect June 30 to allow more time for ongoing mediation.

The two cases were days away from going to trial when the Archdiocese of San Francisco filed for Chapter 11 protections in August 2023. The archdiocese didn’t immediately respond to an email Friday from The Associated Press seeking comment.

The two men who have remained anonymous allege priest Joseph Pritchard sexually abused them in the 1970s when he was pastor at St. Martin of Tours parish in San Jose, which at the time was part of the Archdiocese of San Francisco.

The men are among dozens of people who say they were abused by Pritchard, a popular priest who worked in various parishes in the Bay Area from the late 1940s through the mid-80s. He died of cancer in 1988.

“The Archdiocese and Archbishop have stifled the voices of survivors for too long. This is a victory. These trials are long overdue – it’s time for survivors’ voices to be heard,” Jeff Anderson, an attorney representing over 125 survivors in the Archdiocese of San Francisco, said in a statement.

Paranoia Machine · Apr 20, 2025

Oh, San Francisco.
Let me tell you a story.

There was this kid that grew up from nothing with a family that couldn't afford to get out of the neverending grass flatlands of rural California.
One day, this kid's aunt and mother decide it's time to show the kids that there are lands like you've only seen in movies and in stories.
The kid sees a sprawling metropolis for the first time after crossing a monolithic bridge that stood in absolute defiance of the natural world around it. The city, so impossibly large to the child that it seemed like one big castle that they had to carve streets in to accommodate its size.
He saw people from every walk of life, saw the various cultures co-mingling in ways he never thought possible with symbiotic relationships being everywhere around him that it almost seemed like an organic machine. They all pulled the weight of the times together.
Within this trip, the child is taken to a toyshop beyond wonders, floor after floor devoted to fun, they are then taken to a massive science center where they are taught that they don't have to be bound to a classroom or book to discover something amazing. Finally at the end of his trip. He'd sit with his mother on a cold black-friday's night in Union Square staring up at a building where the top floor's flashing lights created a goal for the child "I want to see the world from there. I want to make that the view i wake up to every day." With renewed determination the child went back to his rural hovel and toiled away, growing, facing hardships, and forging bonds that would bring him back to that castle.

Over time the child became a teen, and made connections with relatives in the castle-like city. Every Christmas and New Year became a weeks-long incursion. The teen found that he had a playground to explore. The cultures working in symbiosis were deeper than once thought and the teen was now able to explore each one. From the streets of Russian Hill, Chinatown, Japan-Center, Haight & Ashbury, even The Castro. There was a beautiful balance of variety.
Despite the good, there was also a looming presence of something wrong beneath the glamor of the streets. The teen noticed that the toy shop he went to as a child was abandoned and shut down long ago, and where it stood; a malaise and general decay took its place. The young teen had heard of poverty and had lived near it at time, but the city was the first example of poverty in practice that he had seen firsthand. The boy was not affluent in any way; and had been warned by his parents that this kind of future would become of one with a less fortunate life or lack of drive. In the end, the teen would ponder this sight for years. It was obvious, but deep inside of him he felt a naive question burn "How could such a beautiful castle allow this?".
Pushing this aside, the teen would find his way back to Union Square year after year, staring up at that tower and with renewed conviction he thought "I am going to make that view mine" and went home to his flatlands hovel.

In time the teenager would prove his meddle, friendships made, bullies fought, school abandoned and re-enrolled, an early graduation, learning love, dodging early fatherhood, and slaving away at his craft. In all his time away from his castle of concrete and steel, he obsessively became a god of a digital medium, recreating the spires, town squares, and rolling hills. He didn't just obsess over the city; he dedicated his young life to wanting to preserve that beautiful feeling within every realm he could touch; Maya, Zbrush, Rhino, Daz, they became the canvas and brush in which he'd create worlds far from our own, but they would always just be a coping mechanism for what he didn't have.

Eventually the young man was recognized for his ability to create a world within a screen and was sponsored with untold riches to attend the finest of universities for a quarter, after all this time; he was coming home to the castle.
The young man would move to the towers of the castle with no limitations on food or supply. The young man, prepared for this; made the city his for three months. With his body fully trained, and his mind at its sharpest he would traverse the city from one end to the other, climbing fire-escapes and maintenance ladders to gain better and better vantage points to see the city he loved from angles he'd never get to again.
However, everything beautiful hides an ugly secret. In the time that the young man was in his teens, sharpening himself; the city was facing a sharpening of its own. The inner-city that was the core of the poverty, the Tenderloin; was starting to extend past their boundaries. More and more homeless littered the streets, and it became evident it wasn't just their fault. The air of decay had permeated everything. The general malaise was not just a simple malady. It was a multi-faced issue that was being caused by drugs, gangs, And worst of all; the people that controlled the castle. They knew that people like The Young Man existed that would idealize the castle enough to perpetuate its upkeep, and ultimately it was why the castle beckoned to him through his generous sponsor. It needed new blood to continue the cycle.

Faced with this decision, the Young Man would no longer spend his free time climbing the city like a playground, instead he'd make his way under the bridges, into the back-alleys, and little hovels carved into the city. He'd meet an encampment of impoverished that intrigued him as they were seemingly rallied by an old, hearty woman that acted as a kind of grandmother to the street. The boy was interested to find out more about her and came to understand that she was not always so unfortunate. Once upon a time she was a very well-regarded heiress, but in a series of bad financial decisions and a bad attitude; she was exiled from her family and from her money.
She had spent decades as a drifter and time had hardship polished her into a diamond that understood that the worse feeling anyone could experience is hunger. She cooked all that she had for the others around her and would ask for nothing in return. However, there were so many hungry mouths, and not all of them were understanding when they wouldn't have enough for everyone. The old woman had so many scars and bruises from the less understanding but despite what she was put through; she always fed as many as she could.
The young man knew that he couldn't save everyone, hell he could hardly help anyone; but why should he have a bowl that overflows when there are others that have nothing in theirs. With a bit of help from a friend, they realized that there were more kids that were there on sponsorships. They understood the issue and would relate.

Using their unlimited meal passes from their university, they would order up to 4 meals, put them in containers in their backpacks and then go down to the hovels and under the bridges to disperse the food with the old woman, to lighten her load.
The young man learned that what passes as a single meal for one in the world of those that live in the spires was akin to three meals for the people with nothing. For the rest of the quarter, the young man and his friends would distribute the food, making it an every-day occurrence. As the quarter drew to a close, the old woman showed up less and less until she stopped showing up at all. The young man and his friends had no way to say goodbye. They knew what this had meant for someone of her age and her position.
With no tears in his eyes, just an emptiness in his chest; the young man bid farewell to the city. This time when he looked up at the tower in Union Square he wasn't filled with determination, but with the reality of what the city was. He wanted the view; but he wanted the view to want him too, to let him obtain it without the process hurting him as it had so many others.

A decade passes.

The young man has been away from the castle so long that the memories of those teenage excursions seem like a distant dream. The world is not the same place as it was. He was now a full grown man, and the world was on the cusp of some new dilemma with the national average of everything lowering with time.
The man, now significantly older, wore a suit, tie and a fake, competitive, business-oriented attitude that expressed itself like a mask upon his face. He no longer created worlds, not because he no longer could, but because he no longer saw a point in it. He saw the world harvest the creativity from people, torture, and repackage it for the braying, lowest common denominator for years. Creation meant nothing anymore. He filed in to his monotonous career and chased new dreams, achieved other goals, and eventually would be told one day "Hey, we're having a meet-up with our San Francisco branch. the company rented out The Starlite for it". The man complied and made the trip, knowing how much he loved the city but having been too busy with life to re-visit it; he was eager to return to the streets he once considered a second home.

Upon arriving, he noticed that it had all changed. The typical glitz of the street was replaced with a thick and ever-present and heavy smog that differed from the usual overcast of the bay area. The city smelled of rancid mechanical runoff, its parks and its communities replaced with the over-reach of The Tenderloin that no longer felt the unity of hunger being satiated. There were too many mouths to feed and if they couldn't be fed, they'd eat eachother. The man made one last excursion into The Tenderloin with a bag of groceries that he purchased, looking for a community, someone to help, someone to pass out the food, but there was nobody. There were people fighting others, people fornicating in alleyways, hurting others, the castro that had once fought for its right to simply exist became a hive of degeneracy that permeated the streets. It was no longer for the rights of those born with an opposite interest in gender; it was everything and all that it could take. The businesses that supported the streets became hostile, and the small cultures that dotted the city were forced out or forced inside, leaving the streets an extended ghetto.

Upon reaching The Starlite, his cabby gave him a litany of advice about how to handle the area before leaving. As the man watched the cab pull away, he realized he was right next to the same Union Square he had visited time and time again. When he looked up, there it was. The view he had wanted to call his own since his childhood. Upon entering, he was led into the starlite, a typical lounge for typical people doing typical things. He peruse the Starlite but was overcome with amusement when he wandered to the window and looked down at the city below. He stared down at Union Square and it stared back up at him. However, the moment he had waited all his life wasn't right. The view was wrong. It showed a different city; one that struggled to shine, pitted with scars and bruises like the old woman who had probably crawled off to die alone in her final days with us.

The man would stare down at the view for what felt like an eternity, not entirely sure what he hoped to see. A portion of the city that brought back old memories? A plan to make it better? His childhood self?
In the end his focus would be broken by his boss playfully asking "See something cool down there?"
He just responded "Not really. What is the point of this meet-up?" and together they walked away from the view.

Thanks for reading if you did. Work hard and fast my fellow Kiwis. You may work towards a prize, but by the time you achieve it, it may be different than you remember.

spinal gas chamber · Apr 20, 2025

The Mass Shooter Ron Soye said:
Too many words

Like everything else to do with San Francisco, this is gay.

Paranoia Machine · Apr 20, 2025

spinal gas chamber said:
Like everything else to do with San Francisco, this is gay.

Hey buddy, that's fine. How about I give another fond memory?
I remember seeing your papa in The Castro. He was begging to lick my asshole. I told him no tho, I only let your mom do that! Now fight me! :jaceknife:

TheRedChair · Apr 21, 2025

Man Ron.... The whitewashing of several of these postings on how SF is fucking Good is making my left side of my face twitch.

This is to counter that faggots 1 hour video.

mold · Apr 21, 2025

see now what they should have done was just make a giant cooter and when people complained, pointed to Coit Tower

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The Mass Shooter Ron Soye

Shit nobody cares about Expert ✅

Tablet County

Kill yourself.

Kiska

Fucking claggots

wtfNeedSignUp

ToroidalBoat

🛟

The Mass Shooter Ron Soye

Shit nobody cares about Expert ✅

Cryptojew

Snaily? SNAILY?

NoReturn

Please read all posts in the voice of Neco-Arc

Particle Bored

I am made out of toothpicks and glue.

Disdainer of the Plebs

🍊🍊🍊The oranges are for felting Jeremy 🍊🍊🍊

IAmNotAlpharius

https://youtube.com/watch?v=AmrFT_v_M40

ToroidalBoat

🛟

Cryptojew

Snaily? SNAILY?

The Mass Shooter Ron Soye

Shit nobody cares about Expert ✅

Paranoia Machine

Where am I?

spinal gas chamber

Paranoia Machine

Where am I?

TheRedChair

Ultimate Chaos, Ultimate Confort.

mold