I know, right?

Burn the whole place the fuck down.

(insert catchy limbo-related Hermes dialogue here)

Bend, Oregon. It’s a state in the western United States. It’s in the desert, which comprises the easternmost three quarters of Oregon (though you wouldn’t know it from looking at the lush greenery in this picture).

I downvoted it too. Some people just don’t like sarcasm and that’s okay. The points don’t matter. They’re not tallied or scored. The comments though, that’s what makes this place.

We demand impossibly dumb rule!

BEST RULE

Like Chimeras slaps with lyrics.

I don't have much unassisted mobility so climbing it wasn’t gonna happen, so I mostly just photographed the empty resort and a whole bunch of birds and butterflies.

Just pictures of butterflies and pictures of mountains and a lift bench strapped to my car which is inconspicuously hidden cause I put a red flag on it.

No one else was! Someone had to.

Well, trespassing, I suppose. I never entered any buildings.

Be gay, do crimes.

DEPARTMENT OF JUDGMENT

My anger at the fucking genocide nation continues to grow. Turtles are deeply personal to me and those who take care of them are of gods.

And yet, this changes nothing.

Israel must end and its government must be tried.

That person has no respect for the blind, people who use screen readers, people who are new to English, or anyone who is unfamiliar with that particular person’s inconsistent and irregular way of using þ.

I met a man from an antique land
Who said, "Two vast and trunkless lеgs of stone stand
In the desert in amongst the lone and level sand."
I wasn't listening
If he tried to make a point I might've missed it
I could've asked but I realized at last
It was my turn to talk and I really wanna hit him with

—Rain McMey, “God King Google”

I mean, freedom to roam is pretty great, if you haven’t ever heard of corporate land ownership! It makes line go up and keeps us in sanctioned businesses and workplaces.

It’s the preferred choice of the country I live in!

I’m afraid to engage in international tourism because the country I’m from, the United States, is a goddamn embarassment, and I’m would be apologizing everywhere I go, and silent otherwise.

I know those stairs, and I know that concert seating, and I know that lunch spot, and I know that ticketing office, and I know that fountain!

Does Young Bob not know what historically happens to the necks of people like him?

That's understandable. A third of us are alright, but that's not a good number to risk odds on.