How dare you even ask! The sublime beauty. The disturbed pallette. The hunger. To some, it may seem shocking, but to others... it is life itself. A thick tube of life essence hovers between two lovers, unafraid to take the chances a petty, classist, middle-class person would only fear.

Gaze into the female's eyes. She is not afraid. No. She is happy, content with the soul-essence that the man hungers for. Reaching. Yearning to be filled with the blood of a thousand martyers. The picture is timeless, unreal, we doubt it's validity. Yet small details, like the bowel gently resting on the man's neck make the picture become alive.

How can a government shield us from such majesty? What right do they have to call one thing "art" and another "obscene"? In this image, I don't see a woman taking a big shit in some guy's mouth, I see the earnest freedom within our souls toiling for an unknown cause. I see a country that comes together under this banner of purity. I see a stream of red-white and blue waste shared between partners. I see America.

Some may cry, "But what about the children?" I can only answer, This image should be in every fucking school book from Grade 2 onward! (First graders are a bit too impressionable)

The GOVERNMENT CAN KISS MY POOP-FILLED ASS!