The founding principles of this nation we were promised have been melted and warped beyond repair. We (the people) are stuck, lusting for climax, suffering from a case of ‘blue balls’ (formally diagnosed as Epididymal Hypertension) But were these principles ever stable, or even sincere? Are they lofty pipe dreams, stuck in a plastic nut sack, unable to be conceived due to their ineffable being?

Molded out of plasticine, a material which never dries, this flag can be changed or altered if subject to conditions of change or alteration, though it will never be the same as it was before. This flag was melted in the back of my 2004 Toyota Corolla, subject to and speckled with cigarette ash and particulate, the milieu of America, unable to refresh, cleanse, forced to wear its journey and flaunt its dissatisfaction.