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Decadent Art by zfx
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zfx
Magistrate
Hello,You do?
By which I mean "Interesting."
I will gather all the pictures on this subject of what I can and transmit them to you
Martha Come
Senator
If they are pregnant, they are heavier... with a few more grams of pelvic and armpit hair.........
connoisseurs
Senator
In German it is known as "Der Schein trügt".
And . . . I just learned the German word for "appearance." Danke sehr, connoisseurs.
Naraku
Draconarius
The English - or at least American - expression would be: "Don't judge a book by it's cover".The English equivalent "Appearances can be deceiving" is probably a loose translation from the original French.
Those Victorian may have been straitlaced in public; but they had their naught side.
That last one would be perfectly respectable since it depicted an "oriental" scene that fit the stereotype of Middle Eastern people. the fact that it allowed Victorian people to look at naked women without embarrassment was a bonus.
morten sigurdson
Voivode of Wallachia
Martha Come
Senator
Love girls parading completely naked and mistreated......
zfx
Magistrate
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The bells in the cathedral belfry ring out. Exhausted I stagger into the crowded square, naked before the eyes of the town's leading citizens assembled in their best for the climax of the Inquisition's week of labor in our town. I march to my execution with ten other young women, all accused, tortured, tried and condemned by the Inquisitorial Court. Condemned to die crucified. After the long march through the jeering throngs that lined the streets, flanked by inquisitors dressed in black with their tall headpieces, and followed by the town's holy relic carried on high, I fall to my knees, and drop the heavy cross I carried on my back. Peering up through the sweat that stings my eyes, and the rivulets of blood from the crown of thorns upon my brow, I see they have already crucified the first of the condemned, dear Maria, my best friend. I know I am next. There will be no reprieve. I am seized and thrown upon my cross, arms spread and brutally nailed to the wood. Nearby I hear the clatter of another cross hitting the pavement and a cry of anguish. They rush to nail my feet. It will be a long, long day.
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Well written and stated concisely by the voice of experience.The bells in the cathedral belfry ring out. Exhausted I stagger into the crowded square, naked before the eyes of the town's leading citizen's assembled in their best for the climax of the Inquisition's week of labor in our town. I march to my execution with ten other young women, all accused, tortured, tried and condemned by the Inquisitorial Court. Condemned to die crucified. After the long march through the jeering throngs that lined the streets, flanked by inquisitors dressed in black with their tall headpieces, and followed by the town's holy relic carried on high, I fall to my knees, and drop the heavy cross I carried on my back. Peering up through the sweat that stings my eyes, and the rivulets of blood from the crown of thorns upon my brow, I see they have already crucified the first of the condemned, dear Maria, my best friend. I know I am next. There will be no reprieve. I am seized and thrown upon my cross, arms spread and brutally nailed to the wood. Nearby I hear the clatter of another cross hitting the pavement and a cry of anguish. They rush to nail my feet. It will be a long, long day.
I think you've been there before, Barb?