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Going insane was a luxury. It's the going, that's the treat. Going suggests travel, moving. There was no going. The madness was constant and still, sitting there, like a place on a map. The women in the beautifully brutal film 12 Years A Slave were mangled and maliciously intertwined. It was where they lived, where they were from, born and bred into mundane inescapable crazy. The twisted relationship dynamics between […]
Going insane was a luxury. It's the going, that's the treat. Going suggests travel, moving. There was no going. The madness was constant and still, sitting there, like a place on a map. The women in the beautifully brutal film 12 Years A Slave were mangled and maliciously intertwined. It was where they lived, where they were from, born and bred into mundane inescapable crazy. The twisted relationship dynamics between […]
Going insane was a luxury. It's the going, that's the treat. Going suggests travel, moving. There was no going. The madness was constant and still, sitting there, like a place on a map. The women in the beautifully brutal film 12 Years A Slave were mangled and maliciously intertwined. It was where they lived, where they were from, born and bred into mundane inescapable crazy. The twisted relationship dynamics between […]
Going insane was a luxury. It's the going, that's the treat. Going suggests travel, moving. There was no going. The madness was constant and still, sitting there, like a place on a map. The women in the beautifully brutal film 12 Years A Slave were mangled and maliciously intertwined. It was where they lived, where they were from, born and bred into mundane inescapable crazy. The twisted relationship dynamics between […]
Going insane was a luxury. It's the going, that's the treat. Going suggests travel, moving. There was no going. The madness was constant and still, sitting there, like a place on a map. The women in the beautifully brutal film 12 Years A Slave were mangled and maliciously intertwined. It was where they lived, where they were from, born and bred into mundane inescapable crazy. The twisted relationship dynamics between […]
Going insane was a luxury. It's the going, that's the treat. Going suggests travel, moving. There was no going. The madness was constant and still, sitting there, like a place on a map. The women in the beautifully brutal film 12 Years A Slave were mangled and maliciously intertwined. It was where they lived, where they were from, born and bred into mundane inescapable crazy. The twisted relationship dynamics between […]
Going insane was a luxury. It's the going, that's the treat. Going suggests travel, moving. There was no going. The madness was constant and still, sitting there, like a place on a map. The women in the beautifully brutal film 12 Years A Slave were mangled and maliciously intertwined. It was where they lived, where they were from, born and bred into mundane inescapable crazy. The twisted relationship dynamics between […]
Going insane was a luxury. It's the going, that's the treat. Going suggests travel, moving. There was no going. The madness was constant and still, sitting there, like a place on a map. The women in the beautifully brutal film 12 Years A Slave were mangled and maliciously intertwined. It was where they lived, where they were from, born and bred into mundane inescapable crazy. The twisted relationship dynamics between […]
Going insane was a luxury. It's the going, that's the treat. Going suggests travel, moving. There was no going. The madness was constant and still, sitting there, like a place on a map. The women in the beautifully brutal film 12 Years A Slave were mangled and maliciously intertwined. It was where they lived, where they were from, born and bred into mundane inescapable crazy. The twisted relationship dynamics between […]
Going insane was a luxury. It's the going, that's the treat. Going suggests travel, moving. There was no going. The madness was constant and still, sitting there, like a place on a map. The women in the beautifully brutal film 12 Years A Slave were mangled and maliciously intertwined. It was where they lived, where they were from, born and bred into mundane inescapable crazy. The twisted relationship dynamics between […]
