While walking to the NYC library, the great bastion of learning and culture, we came across this scene.
The traditional art form of body painting.
I felt inspired to write a haiku:
Brush on my nipple
A tickle, as people watch
I turn red from paint
"No sex in the suburbs" meets "looking for mr. candy bar" meets "design on a dime"
1 comment:
yikes. however, she does have the body for such an exhibition.
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