Yes. Yes. Yes. And yes. Ok, it’s kinda skeevy. And well, blechy when you think about a mountain of people…mounting. But it’s Kylie. I am whisked away by the dreamy song (sounds kinda like “I Believe In You”). I am into the elephant balloon. I am into Kylie’s shredded t-shirt with the bra peeking through. I am into how it’s opposite sex and same sex couples together…(though it wouldn’t have killed you to throw a few fat people in there…they have hot sex, too…and they would provide a nice foundation to your fuck temple). I am into the white horse of purity galloping through frozen people in threesomes (check the background in one shot). I am sold. Like put one of those round pink SOLD stickers on me so that you know I’m not being shoplifted by Kylie and her rings and her boots and her throwing a dove at me. SOLD. And I’ve already heard one remix of this song that I loved. This joint and Robyn’s new one are going to be blasting out of my tattered Scion this summer. Except when Scotty’s in the car. He thought Robyn’s “Fembot” was really stupid,
p.s. Ok, the dove in this flick was hokey but she had cancer so it gets a pass. Doves are kinda like snotty pigeons due to their lack of dirty wings.
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