Behold in all its Holy glory, the Horses' penis.
The Body is completely subjective. Your body is like that of nobody else.
Profound and disquieting. The nonsexual roots of the pudendum evaporate before the eyes, inviting a seismic upheaval of the mind marked with the preoccupation towards the orgasm, the ambiguous landscape of the soul rendered obsolete. The body is the objective it is the result of repetition over countless ages, through sheer will alone, the eternal flame lights the way beyond subjectivity. Desires both negative and positve left broken in a collision so magnificent only the memory can remain.
1 comment:
well done..."homage to Witkin"!!!
crepy art work!
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