Although he couldn't quite put his finger on it, Virgil had the uneasy feeling of being stalked like an injured antelope alone on the veldt. (image via thecobrasnake)
So that's where you went! (image via thecobrasnake)
"In the room the women come and go, Talking of Michelangelo." (image via thecobrasnake)
Either a bold new dance move, or, more likely, the last, sad spasms of an autoerotic asphyxiation. (image via thecobrasnake)
The sound of wind passing unobstructed between this dancers ears clearly is a turn on. (image via thecobrasnake)
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