~ auteur hex girl ~
vhs zoomer, no taste but bad taste, wkw's goth wife
Our heads, hearts, and frail bodies converging into a big, beautiful earth tree. Roses on roses, caskets of diamonds, the hollow cloak holding the center of the universe and the hem of reality within its dead gaze. Claymation has never looked so otherworldly and celestial. Every fading pore, every drop of ice. This is a cosmic moment in dirt, death, life, and time. You have to see it to believe it.
Scooby-informed blood (30%) and body (70%) that sounds like an English stereotype and looks like Stormalong Harbor. It breathes coral and syrupy, chunky flesh that’s used as the hook for colorful softcore. So poised with the sitcom kitsch that it almost fills in the “ooh”’s and “ah”’s. Plot twist, but it was *not* Old Man Jenkins!