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You know, it's been a while since I've looked at that. Reading the Lust List is like...staring into the abyss, having the abyss stare back into me, running its hand over my ass while I'm trying to pour a glass of wine. The abyss has had too much gin, I'm afraid, and it's become one of those parties. After that, conversation with the Abyss becomes...awkward.
Similar, but not the same, as watching The Spirit trailer. |
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