Denver Airport Horse

I have just been notified of a thing.

At the end of August I’m gonna visit Chicago. On the way home I’m stopping in Denver. My brother-in-law, who got me the flight, warned me about the Denver Airport Horse.

What is the Denver Airport Horse? I’m glad you asked.

It is this:

Later that same winter...

There came a killin frost...

And the pony she named Wild-fi-i-i-ire...

In a blizzard, he was lost...

Calling Wi-i-i-i oh Jesus Lord what the crapping crap?!

You have many questions. Let me answer them.

Yes, its eyes light up.

Yes, its bulging veins and ribs are dry-brushed black for maximum impact.

Yes, it has huge veiny horse-junk.

Here is an amusing post on the topick, apparently drawn from a news article:

The mustang rears on splayed hind legs — his nostrils flaring, his eyes glowing red, his taut body a slick, sweaty sheen of blue. Anatomically correct — eye-poppingly so — the 32-foot-tall fiberglass sculpture makes quite a statement at the gateway to Denver International Airport…

But I am just beginning.

Because also apparently there are murals?

Here is one:

Gas mask... check... weeping woman... check...

In this Flickr photoset, bkobash describes it thus:

Some sort of an SS officer demon with a huge sword, killing a dove. And mothers with dead babies forming a gray arc. Exactly what you’d expect to appear next to a TCBY or a Cinnabon.

You better believe my layover is gonna have some serious photo fun time.


Draws. Sweats. Eats too much sugar-free candy.

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7 Responses

  1. Samwise says:

    Jesus-flipping Christ! I NEED TO GO TO DENVER!

  2. Tory says:

    I am full of fear. In other news — how the heck have we all been in Denver?

  3. Sarah says:

    How the hell did I miss that when I went to Denver? Maybe I did see it, and I’ve just repressed the horror.

  4. Your Anomalous Fan says:

    I’ve seen that thing in person. It’ll give you nightmares. They might as well have H.R. Giger do the designs for the new wing at the children’s hospital.

    “Oh, what’s that? Little Timmy has the sniffles? Well, just take him down to the clinic. It’s right through that door that looks like a screaming, saber-toothed vagina, to the right through the hallway that’s made of spinal columns dripping a viscous goo, and into the room that looks like an alien penis turned inside-out. If you get lost, just look for the ELP album cover.”

  5. Brother-in-law says:

    And it literally killed it’s creator. Google it. Creepy.

  6. Brother-in-law says:

    I told you it was creepy!

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