JA from MNPP here again. I can't decide if finding one's self in the situation the title of this post describes would be a blessing or a curse. Would the extreme level of beauty one would encounter by seeing Catherine Deneuve's face reflected all around you drive one to bliss or to madness? Or would the former simply presage the latter? I feel as if I would see my own reflection besides Deneuve's and realize how unfortunate I am to have ever thought anyone would want to look at me when there is someone like her to be looked at. Ya know?
Anyway, a happy 65th birthday to Cathy and stuff. I think I'll go home, lock myself inside, let a rabbit's flayed body rot beside me, and stab the first person to come a'knockin' all in her honor. How about y'all?
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Anyway, a happy 65th birthday to Cathy and stuff. I think I'll go home, lock myself inside, let a rabbit's flayed body rot beside me, and stab the first person to come a'knockin' all in her honor. How about y'all?
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