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In a rare occurrence, here’s a selection of strictly vertical compositions. I didn’t have enough from the bag of randoms these were pulled from to make pairs so I’m presenting them a little larger than usual, one by one. And frankly, I don’t even know why I’m explaining any of this considering I’m the king of this castle and it’s your job to kiss the ring and shit. But don’t sweat it too much, I’m pretty sure in Internet terms that just means you have to spend a considerable amount of your free time scouring Google for fake nudes of me.

What’s that? You haven’t seen any of the infamous Dedleg fake nudes yet? I’ve got a folder full of them right here on my desktop that I look through pretty much every few hours. They leaked on the Huffington Post weeks ago now, with the headline, “Unknown blogger kills men, women.” As it turns out, they were speaking metaphorically in reference to my breathtaking abdomen, but it did temporarily cause me some concern as to whether or not anybody was going to stumble upon all those bodies I piled in the garden out back.

How many self-proclaimed artistes do you think have taken a picture of the TV in the guard booth at the Bedford Avenue stop? I don’t even want to hazard a guess — I’m just putting this up so I’ll fit in.

That’s some serious picture-in-picture shit right there.

The sign on the wall says, “Please do not move my biKE.” Interesting choice of capitalization, but otherwise a simple, to-the-point message. Don’t move their bike, dude.

And you know I had to sneak a sunset in there.