Hypnagogic cinema from the fizzing core of an acid drenched brain. coils like a python of detached retina around your head, holding you in place with painted static. you know something like that.
like a John Hughes movie dreamed it was a Takashi Miike movie and then woke up to find out it was actually a Bustillo/Maury joint. see you in your nightmares, lover.
think of it as an introverted Cronenberg film. all the perverse fleshy goodness is there if you are daring enough to look for it. plus yeah.. spankings.
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