DERV INLET

[ID: an underexposed photo taken on a winter’s night, showing a pair of glowing eyes that resolve themselves, as you look closer, into a horse’s face, staring at you from behind a snowbank. Its ears are back and its head is up. Bare crooked branches cover the cloudy sky above. There is a sign nearby, in whimsical hand painted letters, that says, “CAUTION HORSES MAY BITE.” /end ID]

To all my fellow fibromyalgia sufferers, especially today, may your flare ups be minimal and may you find your small joys

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.

why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable

It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.

It wandered across mine. I shall help it travel forward.

this is not a place of honor

Oh hey post of Ozymandius, good to see you again standing on your feet in a desert where no one remembers you

It's real?!