Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Shaye Saint John

What a cruel irony to find out about you, to delight in your obscenity, and the next day to learn that you're dead.

RIP, Shaye Saint John. I never knew you, but I feel like a part of me has been sawed off and ripped away.  I'll do The Hand Thing all day in your memory.  ("God!  What is that?")  I've ordered your DVD from Amazon.  It can't come fast enough.

Thank you Picture Is Unrelated for turning me on to Shaye in the first place.  I promise to remember Shaye the next time humanity makes me want to eat my own eyeballs.

We really can do amazing things if we try.

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