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Del Cairo

by gnihtogtn

This man I don't know stopped me in a room full of paintings, asked me if I knew that Helonias was having an orgasm as she clutched the head of John the Baptist and pierced the tongue that spoke against her- I had always thought the woman was mourning. Her face seemed contorted in statuesque grief, but, no - She was cumming as she mutilated the first cousin of Christ. How, strange, how brutal a thing to know.
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Apr 22, 2016
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#death#dark#art#macabre#sex#christianity#orgasm#paintings#visualart#mfa
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