There is no end to the low art that muddies fury and splays to the floor lighting.
What else would do this. This is a model rage. A fucked demiangel. A ragged melt of paint feigning womanhood. What else is new. A painting in drag. A nipple to claim itself chick.
Oh, but it's old, you bastard. It doesn't count. (Plenty want the granny status - ask them. In their Scheile lips and Goya loins.)
So then hand out pink lipsticks from Kresge in hell, and call it even. Take them dancing with the she demons and play them Gershwin.
Let them fire dance it out of their groinish systems.
Artwork taken from artodyssey
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