at first I thought it was funny, you know, the dead horse (doho) of twisted pony fandom.

but then I entertained a particular thought: Maybe the artist derives some sort of sadistic pleasure from watching crude mechanical equine reanimation.

Now I'm having trouble sleeping, unable to shake off the thought of some guy peeling off the skin from my corpse and slipping it onto a loud rocking contraption, taking pictures for keeps at the jerking abomination before him.