if i were a pompous self-assured and kind of stupid art student at some california university i would make a 9/11 tribute consisting of a handful of photographs depicting two erect, vertical dicks side-by-side (probably cut because all my friends would be cut (more of an unintended circumstance but i would spin it to seem meaningful)) and successive photos would depict one of the penises during ejaculation proceeding to one and then both flaccid. and i would have some bit about the semen representing the lives lost during the event. someone would inevitably ask if i was making a statement on masturbation or contraception and i, in my kind of stupidity, wouldn't have considered that angle. i would get really indignant and try to fabricate something clever, maybe like "obviously not because I produced this sexually explicit work" and it would haunt me for the duration of my college career. Years later after I had graduated and found employment as a creative director at Coca-Cola or Google, and after one of the aforementioned friends had died in a drunk driving accident and the other had been imprisoned on charges of possession with intent to sell, I would realize that i could have claimed it as a commentary on American society possessing a revulsion to pornography and homosexuality equivalent to our feelings on anti-American terrorism. Still not very good, but that's why I'm working for Coca-Cola or Google.
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