In your best prose describe this image

In your best prose describe this image.

A Mormon family lies on a rock with their dog.

>a rock

Waste of space and a dog. To kill my soul is an unevitable desire in my own condition. What's left?

We hit the beach, aryans prone in hills overlooking us, smiling. We must've seemed like ants swarming their hive as they reigned down steel.

Cioran pls go

It’s a picture of a family laying on a dune with their dog.

I feel my future weighing on my back; weighing me down. I can't take it anymore I must do what I must do to change the coarse that has been set for me. Tomorrow will be the first day of the rest of my life; all I need in life is to my left and my right.

snuffy trump and happy hillaries

The kids would do well in school, the dog would win a lot of dog contests. All of the kids would go to university and become professionals with a fulfilling work and love life, giving back to the society whose structures nurtured them, and founding families of their own with their children themselves finding their place in this life. Once grown-up, they would often come to visit their parents in their old home, where they lived an active and happy life up to old old age owing to a lifetime of healthy living. They had never bought into the modern fetishization of individualism just because the fulfilled example of their elders showed them clearly that happiness lied not in maximal freedom and potential, but in close and loving relationships to others.

Such was life for this normal family, and none of them found anything remarkable about it.

a dream, as the watermark indicates

A one of one .jpg extension static image, 75.41KB file size, 800 pixels by 533 pixels, and 0° orientation, depicting an alt-right nuclear family laying on sand in casual attire circa present-day.

Gods of Olympus, and Argos, finally free of Odysseus’s tyranny

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This family looked like what must have been etched into the insides of Hitler's mind whenever he jerked off. Their hair was blonder than the sand that encrusted the rocks they goofily posed on, and their eyes were bluer than the cloudless sky around them. On first glance, they seemed to be the clouds themselves. Their shirts were all white but you probably couldn't tell they were wearing anything at all from a distance. This family even had a fucking dog. Hitler loved dogs. The dog had the contemptuous look of a Veeky Forums user but when an animal starts to feel pretentious, that should give an indication on how boring this family looked. I'm sure they were nice people though.

Good dogger

-- Wow Daddy, thanks for bringing us to the beach on such a beautiful day in the current year!
I wanna go swimming!
-- You bet, Tanner! Herman tousles his son's tow-hued hair. How about you, Morgan? Gwynneth?
-- Yay, I love my ocean!
-- I love my Daddy AND my land!
-- Woof!
-- Herman, how did you find such a perfect mound of sand for our family portrait? The rest of the beach is so flat.
-- I hired a darker family to make the mound for us.
-- Oh, that's so clever! I must send them a thank-you note. Where are they, anyway? Everyone else around here is just like us.
-- Mmmmrph mmmrph. A muffled voice could be heard coming from the sand below.
-- Oh Herman! She laughed. You didn't really have them bury themselves, did you?
-- They were ... you know. Also, this way I didn't have to pay them either.
-- Oh Herman! That's so clever!
-- I love my Daddy!
-- Mmmmph. A muffled voice was heard again, fainter this time.
-- I can't wait to go swimming!
-- Woof!

The dog
He lays on the beach
yes
YES
The dog is sandy

Pa
Ye?
When can we go home?
Home?
Yes
This is home. Home is here. Home wavers in the heart and your desire for peace is here. It's always been here and never once wasn't. Home is a movement. Home is a system and we make it here under the dying sun as it rises and lowers in its comic cradle and soon you'll sleep too.
Pa
Ye
Lassie's died
Ye hungry?
Yes

> sees blond family
> automatically thinks of hitler

Steppin' on the beach
Brrrrrrrr Doot Doot Doooo
Steppin' on the beach
Brrrrrrrr Doot Doot Doooo
Shootin' an Arab
Brrrrrrrr Doot Doot Doooo
Steppin' on the beach
Brrrrrrrr Doot Doot Doooo

There should be a diet plan for people who need to lose enough weight so they can hang themselves from a ceiling fan.