You’re my Venus, pretty lady, Aphrodite of a sulfuric acid. Morning Star sometimes, your alluring eyes sparkle like misleading stars. Larger than Earth can encompass Your beauty holds no bounds. No, not large like a Double Cheeseburger. I’m talking spacy, darling. Hair blonde like the gaseous swirls that Remind me of a half eaten Milky

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When describing his art, Dion told us that we could call it childlike, colorful, self-revealing, erotic, funny, and strange. Or we could describe it as having lots of eyes. We like all of those descriptions, but for this particular piece we’re going to leave out the word “erotic,” because honestly, no one wants to think

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