Like cherubs stuffed to their breaking point, Cheng Fei’s figures revel in vice. Their corpulent bodies, drenched in lust and gluttony, roil and roll on the canvas. Faceless, save for collagen plumped pornstar lips, their appendages have ballooned and bloated so that they are nigh unrecognizable. Incapable of seeing, hearing, or smelling they can only imbibe and consume, feeding their own, selfish desires. Some, their skins forced beyond the confines of their elasticity, split asunder, revealing a beautiful and ghastly store of jeweled offal; strings of pearly entrails; the digested result of their hedonism which, even in death, they claw at.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
In other words, creepy as hell.
P.S.: I forgot to queue up the photos for Tuesday, so today you get two posts for the price of one!
- Vintage Sex
- The Perfect Man
- Strawberry Crepes
- I Feel Vagely Offended...
- Cheng Fei
- My Birthday and Dances of Vice
- Nice View
- Plus Size Erotica: You're Doing It Wrong
- “A woman’s appetite is twice that of a man’s; her ...
- Turn Ons
- Beth Ditto
- Hipster Guts & Male Swagger
- Why I Don't Google My Fetish Very Much
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