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How much corpse fucking can we do? The necrophiliac painter retorts, "But I was only fucking that beheaded boy ironically!" "An intentionally ugly act, here, in an otherwise bourgeois showroom!" Okay. Yes, the formalist zombies were in search of brains, and yes, Værslev always knew he was humping corpse. But questions remain whether knowledge of shitting your pants makes the act any better? Perhaps worse, to intentionally desecrate one's own pants. At the very least you could be a little ashamed about it. Instead, again, mass produced desecration of our pants.
How much corpse fucking can we do? The necrophiliac painter retorts, "But I was only fucking that beheaded boy ironically!" "An intentionally ugly act, here, in an otherwise bourgeois showroom!" Okay. Yes, the formalist zombies were in search of brains, and yes, Værslev always knew he was humping corpse. But questions remain whether knowledge of shitting your pants makes the act any better? Perhaps worse, to intentionally desecrate one's own pants. At the very least you could be a little ashamed about it. Instead, again, mass produced desecration of our pants.
