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Not sure what eerie, overwrought melodrama takes place in whatever pulpy gothic book this is that Lou Marchetti did the cover for, but I'm gonna pretend it's about me.
Spoiler: it's just a book where I gaze pensively out the window and think about sandwiches a lot.
Any day that I happen upon an incredible new-to-me artist is always an exceedingly lovely day.
"Or like a Stemless Flower Upheld in rolling Air", by artist Rita O'Hara.
Just A Quick Detour Through This Graveyard In My Filmy Négligée And Other Tales Of Efficiency, Intrigue, and Intimatewear (art: Estebon Maroto) https://t.co/WlMJLAtjoh
Indulging My Perverse Paramour's Fucking Tweety Bird Fetish Bullshit And Other Twisted Tales Of Terror And Tomfoolery (art: Lou Marchetti)
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Someone purchased My Wife's Lovers by Austrian artist Carl Kahler for 826K in 2015. I can't think of a single thing to follow that statement up with.