Evil thinks of itself as badass, but Evil's about to meet Rust Cohle.
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This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking. It's really no big deal.
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No fair, to tease those who don't have HBO.
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