If you're one of those goofy little fingerpainters that takes delight in placing mystic symbolism on each and every numerological occurrence to come down the Gregorian pike then you've come to the wrong place. Actually, this is pretty much the wrong place to find anything right, unless of course you're looking for a daily detour from the drudgery of life, in which case two of our wrongs often do make a right—or a super mighty fan-fucking-tastic 69, depending how you look at it. And just look at it! A thing of absurd beauty it be with a liberal dash of Southern, a conservative pinch of Waters, a moderate hint of de Sade, and a radical grip of Elmers.
(Photo by Sean Cliver; Pennsylvania 2010)