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Not any worse than Juan Peron taxidermying his dead wife, Evita, and sitting her stuffed corpse at the same table that his second wife, Isabel, had to SHARE...now THAT's sicko. If I'd have been Isabel Peron, that's when I would have gotten up and walked out on the perv. That's one step away from necrophilia.
-Sazerac
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"And all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams,
Are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams,
In what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams..."
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