Mastodawn

By a famous flag sits a watchman. A man from afar asks “Can I fuck that famous flag?”

“You cannot fuck that flag right now.”

“Can I fuck that flag soon?”

“Possibly, but not now.”

That B. Ross flag hangs, so historical and patriotic.

“If it attracts you so much, try. But know this: I am but a lowly watchman among many, and I am daunting.”

Such difficulty, thinks this man. Fucking famous flags is his right! But this man sits and waits.

Days and months pass. “Can I fuck that flag?,” “Can I fuck that flag?,” “Can I fuck that flag?,” again and again and again.

Our watchman gains many gifts from this man, but always says “I am taking this only so that you do not think you forgot to do anything.”

Days and months pass again. Our man from afar grows old, and knows dying is at hand. In his last hours, that man asks a final thing.

“What can you possibly still want to know?” says our watchman.

“So many want to fuck that famous flag, so how is it that in all my days and months nobody but I has sought to fuck it?”

Our watchman shouts back at him: “Buddy, nobody—not I, not anybody!—can fuck it. This flag was only for you.”

@cm if you'll pardon a pun: fucking brilliant

@aparrish As old Isaac N. says, "it is by standing atop giants." Couldn't do it without #drilipo

@cm :joy: :cry: