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Bullet-Proof and Hassle Free: Adams Drive-Through Funeral Parlor In Compton

Since 1974

[ Lucy Nicholson / Reuters, via ]

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More Ouija, Woncha?


[ Rebecca Caldwell‘s ‘Witchmobile’ ]


[ Ouija Board Beaded Necklace : Gilliauna ]

Dario Robleto :
Hippies And A Ouija Board (Everyone Needs To Cling To Something), 2003-2004

Suitcase: Cast and carved dehydrated bone calcium and bone dust from every bone in the body, microcrystalline cellulose, cold cast iron and brass, rust, antique syringe, crushed velvet, leather, thread, water extendable resin, typeset Bottles, medicines, and Ouija board: cast and carved dehydrated bone calcium and bone dust from every bone in the body, typeset, home-brewed moonshine (potato derived alcohol), wine health tonics (water, sugar, fermented black cherries, yeast, gelatin, tartaric acid, pectinase, sulfur dioxide, oak flavoring, fortified with 100-year-old hemlock oil, Devil’s Claw, witch hazel bark, swamp root, powdered rhubarb, pleurisy root, belladonna root, white pine tar, coal tar, dandelion, sarsaparilla, mandrake, mullein, scullcap, cramp bark, elder, ginseng, horny goat weed, tansy, sugar of lead, mercury with chalk and tin-oxide; calcium potassium, creatine, zinc, iron, nickel, copper, boron, vitamin k, crushed amino acids, home-cultured antibiotics, chromium, magnesium, colostrum, ironized yeast, ground pituitary gland, ground wisdom teeth, ground sea horse, shark cartilage, coral calcium, iodine & castor oil) Records: various 1960’s 45 rpm records cast in prehistoric whale bone dust, typeset, 42 x 23 x 19 inches

Collection of the Jack S. Blanton Museum of Art

University of Texas : Austin, Texas

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Oui, Ouija

“ Ouija Board
Would you work for me?
I have got to say
‘Hello’ to an old friend

ouija board, gif

Ouija Board, Ouija Board, Ouija Board
Would you work for me?
I have got to get through
To a good friend

Well she has now gone
From this unhappy planet
With all the carnivores
And the destructors on it

ouija, occult

Ouija Board, Ouija Board, Ouija Board
Would you help me?
Because I still do feel
So horribly lonely

Would you, Ouija Board
Would you, Ouija Board
Would you help me?
And I just can’t find
My place in this world

Well she has now gone
From this unhappy planet
With all the carnivores
And the destructors on it

Oh hear my voice
(Hear my voice)
Oh hear my voice
(Hear my voice)

Hear my voice
(Hear my voice, my voice)
Hear my voice
(Voice)
Table is rumbling

The table is rumbling
The glass is moving
No I was not pushing that time, it spells
S T E V E N

ouija board

The table is rumbling
The glass is moving
No I was not pushing that time
P U S H O double F

ouija

Well she has now gone
From this unhappy planet
With all the carnivores
And the destructors on it ”

ouija

A D D I T I O N A L    R E S O U R C E S

Ouija Board, Ouija Board” : Music Video

True To YouA Morrissey ‘Zine

Official Website of  William Fuld , Creator of the Ouija Board

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GIF It To Me! [ Princess Hijab and Other Animated Awesomesaucery ]

As A Kid, I Often Said I Wished I Could Speak In Hieroglyphics

symbols, gif, animated gif

“How rad it would be,” I thought
[ though — since the timeline I’m referencing is circa rural Arkansas —
quite likely not verbatim, my choice of vernacular ]

“If I could speak in pictures. Fancy symbols, and all that shit . . .”
Meaning : not carved in stone, but rather contained
in word bubbles,
like in a comic strip

eye of horus

Y E A H .

A funny thing, time : cycles : that symbol of the serpent swallowing its tail . . .All these years later, and where do I find myself? Obsessed with animated .gifs / yearning to communicate by means of a visual vocabulary. But I mean . . . let’s face it : Does this gem excavated-from-the-uncredited-swag-on-imgur from Tod Browning‘s silent film The Show [ image source / with kind regards to Mogsville ] not speak volumes?

casting away, animated gif

Or how about the next, in terms of a comment response?

bloody,GIF

[ Source: Sex With God : tumblr ]

And this flash-tastic action? Is it worth the proverbial thousand?

scary, clown, GIF

[ Or has ‘creepy’ been eclipsed by the contest of All-The-Fucks-You-Don’t-Give? ]

GIF, animated gif, GIF it to me

Hasty generalizations and snide jabs swept aside like unpaid internships, corporeal punishment, or any scenario in which Unique, Special Beings aren’t coddled — even and especially when [ HARMPH! ] “bored. So tot-al-ly bored” : Animated awesomesaucery is served with syllables and consonants, on occasion.

For example : this little ditty by Seacrestcheadle, which I would’ve plastered on my pal Ugly Shyla‘s wall many moons ago, if Facefail permitted such forms of communication [ because yeah, She Gets It ]

internet famous, animated gif

Alas, Focus! I need focus!

Seacrestcheadle isn’t why I’ve chosen to get bloggy this fine day [ though worthy a post of his own, indeed! ] Au contraire, I’ve intended to post about the following individual for quite some time now . . .and finally : here we are — and here I am.

If by chance you’re not familiar with the guerilla art of Princess Hijab,

Then please consider this a formal invitation to become acquainted : your introduction by way of brief video clip [ courtesy : Ghosts Of Many via Live Leak ]

O.K. — Now that I’ve provided a bit of background info . . .

GIF, GIF it to me

Aside from recalcitrant acts of Hijabization, the Princess constructs some friggin’ amazing GIF animados ; must admit.

And since ultimately, that’s what I’m ‘on about’ today . . .

C H E C K ± T H E S E :

animated GIF, Princess Hijab

Princess Hijab

Madonna, animated gif, Princess Hijab

animated gif, Princess Hijab

Princess Hijab

gif, animated GIF, Princess Hijab

animated gif, Princess Hijab

╬  For a full-page GIF-tastic sensory overload, check out 8 BITZ PER PIxEL

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One Post, Two Editorials, Three Dark Beauties…& You

Excerpts from “The Emperor’s Black Rose” by Gilles Et Dada

ENEMIES TURN TO LOVERS

LOVE ONES BECOME EXCUSES

DISTANCES SEEM LIKE REASONS

AND SNAKES CHANGE THEIR MASK FOR THE HUNTING SEASON

INTERPRETATIONS ARE MY NEW NIGHTMARE

STILL YOUR IMAGINATION MAKES ME MORE THAN JUST A MAN

I WON’T STOP, AND I WILL SAY IT ONCE AGAIN

FOR AS LONG AS YOU GIVE ME YOUR DREAMS

I WILL CONTINUE FILLING THE BLANKS

— Federico Cabrera

[ Initial Discovery via Fucking Young! ]

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Photography & Post: Federico Cabrera

Styling: Jasmin Mishima

Hair & Make-Up: Marii Sadrak

Models: Anette M. & Eetu at Paparazzi

Assistance: Emma Hedenborg & Udi

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& Next :

Human Terror,” Featuring Mateusz—a.k.a. Matthew Budziak

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“I Do Things Which Are Non-Verbal So That I Can Return To Language With Excitement.” — Richard Wilbur

 

V I S U A L . S T I M U L I


[ Angela Grubich ]

jaundiced eye, eyeball
[ Source ]


[ “Point of Origin” : Scott Treleaven ]


[ “Blue Witch” : Danger ]


[ “Amoun” : cthopper93 for I†† ]


[ “Seancing” : cthopper93 for I†† ]


[ “Love’s Long Listen-In” : cthopper93, for I†† ]


[ Still From “♀∧gℜ∀あ ß∀あ ♍∀♄l∀あ♀“: Kemikore Mediaworks for Ceremonial Dagger ]


[ “Vanitas” : Fernando Vincente ]


[ “Smoke” : Fernando Vincente ]


[ “Head Wound” : Joshua Petker ]


[ “Partying in Red” : Joshua Petker ]


[ Alison Scarpulla ]


Alison Scarpulla ]


[ Chris Weige, a.k.a. ‘Reckon‘ ]


[ “Firestarter (2)” : Elizaveta Porodina ]


[ “Love Is Not A Victory March” : Elizaveta Porodina ]


[ NVRMNDUS ]


[ “Wisdom, Power, Courage” : Louise Leppard ]


[ Samantha Smith ]


[ Miyake Juin 米亞奇 ]


[ Yuri Pleskin : Nagi Sakai for The Contributing Editor ]


[ Nicolás Lamas ]


[ Scott Treleaven ]


[ Source ]


[ Video “Still,” Harry Smith ]

[ “Early Abstractions” (1946-57), Pt. 4 : Harry Smith ]

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Preternatural Pragmatism: In Brief

As of late, I’ve been digging on
19th Century vampire ‘killing kits’

[ ex ] :

[ ex ] :

[ ex ] :

[ ex ] :

And among the most rare:
an antique ivory vampire killing kit

“consisting of an ornate ivory-mounted Christian cross integrating a steel, spring-loaded,.41 caliber single-shot percussion pistol, the center mounted with an ebony shield surmounted with a 8-pointed crown, the tips made from tiny semi-precious red stones. A ruby red five-pointed star adorns the center…”

“The vampire pistol is contained in an ivory case, together with a steel dagger blade which attaches to the end of the cross, an ivory cleaning rod, ivory powder bottle, and cap and ball supply.”

Fascinating as the relics are, in my hunts and haunts around the web, I also encountered some of their contemporary counterparts.

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Spectres Among Us

haunted

Subliminal Stimuli, Lurking Beneath Conscious Perception

Can You See/Do You See/Do You Know
What Is It?

“We don’t see things as they are [;] We see them as we are.”
– Anais Nin

:: source of visual stimuli : Ariel Rebel’s Haunted Grafenberg Spot : on tumblr ::

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She Ain’t Ugly; She’s My Shyla.

Rifling through the ridiculous four-digit number of unanswered missives clogging my In-Box like a steady diet of deep-fried dill pickles, KFC and biscuits slathered in bacon fat does the arteries, it took but a cursory glance at the last sacrilegious e-card Ugly Shyla sent starring Scooter (R.I.P.), her three-legged cat, and I was transported back to April of 2003.  Convergence, an annual festival for those more shadowy in spirit, had booked me as a spoken word performer among that year’s roster.  Jared, ever the trooper in terms of road trips, had joined me on this excursion to Las Vegas: convention capitol of the world, tackiest city in the country, and home of the flamingo-themed Hilton hotel where for four days it was as if a black cloud descended upon its fuchsia presence.

That’s when I first “officially” met Shyla ♥—

Why the quotation marks?  A counter-culture periodical entitled  Swag had premiered around this time, and both Shyla and I graced its pages.  I’d read the feature on her and hence already knew about the ‘morbid fine art’ dolls she creates, her involvement with the performance art troupe (A-M-F), her wicked sense of personal style (fish-hooks through flesh used in lieu of garter belts), how her mom (known in the scene as ‘Goth Mom’) turned her on to the joys of John Waters, Satanism and transvestites.  All of that was fine and fascinating, but—more than anything—I was intrigued by the knowledge that this remarkable creature hailed from a tiny town called Jennings, Louisiana.

My own history composed of 18 years in Nowheresville, Arkansas—where I grew up not on a street, but a ‘Rural Route’ consisting of dirt and gravel—I can’t help but be drawn to other southern-fried freaks.  Not so much for the sake of sharing tear-stained stories of persecution, but rather because some of the most fascinating individuals I’ve ever met have sprouted from completely random spots among The Fly-Over States’ detritus.  While it sucked with sharp fangs during those days of puberty and pimples, I’m grateful to have developed as an individual without a clique to inform or guide me.  Said another way?  There was no “Check-List of Cool,” no tables in the caf polarized by those who fit within the parameters of Punk, Goth, Mod, Ska, etc.

When there’s no need to conform among the non-conformists?  That’s when the aberrant has an opportunity to define itself.

But I digress.  Ugly Shyla is aberrant, if anything—and sick, sick, siiiick in the best sense of the word.


::  A Sexy Shyla Pin-Up Print :: Available Through Her Web Shop ::

We clocked each other in the (ahem) “Bizarre Bazaar”: me in a custom Liz McGrath pinstripe suit adorned with gaping wounds and open sores oozing with red glitter; she in a pristine white baby doll dress that’d been ripped apart and re-stitched with thick black thread to match her full-eye black sclera contacts.

Sure, there’s the blue hair, the fishnets: this is familiar territory for most of us.

But once we made it past the “Don’t-I-Know-You-From…” social pleasantries?

That’s when I began to learn the good stuff.


:: artwork utilizing menstrual blood as a medium ::

Don’t just take my word for it, though.

Stop by her self-proclaimed “trailer park of the internet” ( Ugly Shyla Dot Com ); peruse her on-line gallery ( Ugly Art Dot Net ); give her Etsy marketplace a gander ( Ugly Art On Etsy ) and come to your own conclusions.

Rather than a welcome mat, you’ll be greeted by an image of your hostess bound in a warm, fuzzy straightjacket.  It might be hard to make out what she’s saying on account of the Hannibal Lecter-Lite safety guard that obscures her mouth…but if you look deep into those eyes eclipsed by contact lenses a ruptured shade of red, there’s an inherent sense that in Ugly Shyla’s world—complete with gauche magenta-on-pink animal-print wallpaper and the royal proclamation “Mental Illness With Style” scrawled in a gorgeous font rife with manic intensity—this is her version of an invitation to step inside.

Then, once you ease into the nascent stages of dementia via multi-sensory bombardment,

once you abandon all distinctions between what’s extreme and what’s extremely absurd,

it’s hard not to feel immediately welcomed…and at home.

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Agyness Deyn Is Such A Naag, Naag, Naag

In case you haven’t heard by now, mega-model Agyness Deyn co-edits an e-‘zine where she “gets bloggy about it.” And before the eye-rolling commences, no: it doesn’t suck.  As the adage goes, yes: sometimes God does serve with both hands.

Contrary to the Cabaret Voltaire reference in my title, Naag was named after its founders (“na” from journalist Fiona Byrne and “ag” from Aggy)—a choice made all the more appropriate by the URL’s personality-driven articles. In their own words, “Naag is Fiona and Aggy and our friends, talking about things we like to see and do and feel. We live in New York and like to hang out.”

Among the current features are: “A Nice Day For A Sulk”, a photo editorial Agyness shot of her pal Nancy (one of the images was used for the site’s splash page, as seen above)

and articles ranging from “MAC’s New Two-In-One Mascara Is Heroically Important”, in which staff writer Tamar Anitai explains that with Haute & Naughty, “even though it looks like you’re using two different brushes, you’re not.” The delineation between the pink “Just Running To Starbucks” wand and the purple wand is a clever, chuckle-worthy example of colloquial writing with a distinct voice, as “the purple wand essentially acts like a John Deere front-end loader, absolutely crushing the hopes and dreams of other high-volume mascaras as it packs drag-queen levels of mascara onto the brush for an epic, intense effect. It’s like 10lb of sugar in a 5lb bag. So, use either side separately for a totally different look, or use both sides for maximum effect, but hello? Who doesn’t love options?”

to Stephanie Trong’s  “Jewelry That Shouldn’t Work, But Does” — subtitled Studs, Spikes and Rhinestones? Sure, Trong’s coverage of New York–based designer Meredith Kahn’s jewelry line Made Her Think summarizes the aesthetic as being “like if punks finally stopped being snobby toward goths and then they decided to have a bunch of Top 40 pop stars over for a slumber party with champagne.”

[CON’T, AFTER THE JUMP]

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Oh, But I ✷ Just ✷ Can’t ✷ Resist…

I don’t know about the rest of you gents, but
I’m feeling seriously left out of this whole

—VAJAZZLING—
craze!

★ ☆ ★

Filtered through the voice of my relative “twiced removed,” Junior Jr.:

“Somebody let my ding-a-ling do some sparkly thangs!
They’ve done gone and leaked the fun to The Christwire, ma!”

★ ☆ ★

[ On the serious, howevs — there’s MOAR ]:

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Fangtastic! Quite The Unholy Matrimony, This…

Ring & me:

For which, first & foremost, I must extend props to the Most Correct
blog known as Dirty Flaws

Among recent discoveries among the internet ethers, of course I’d come across
another accessory bordering on the “untouchable” end of the spectrum…

I mean, first Le Petit Protector (thanks for the additional info, oh omniscient VJESCI).

And now this sublime “Fang” ring by Brett Westfall of Unholy Matrimony?!

Despite my scatter-shot land-mine of a memory, I can still recall Mr. Westfall lurking outside a boutique I managed, back in 2001. Cute, thin, and decidely of the “skater boy” ilk, he had samples of his line draped over an arm and for a good 15-20 minutes stood on the sidewalk, attempting to act all mad cazh with each furtive glance shot through the front window (punctuated with a flip of his dirty blond bangs, which I assumed was for dramatic effect).

I would remark, “‘Then poof!‘ he disappeared”—except that in the current context (translation: written by the über-poofter that I am), I can’t help but think a reader’s thoughts would veer towards certain inevitable double-entendres…

When that? That is not the case.

On the contrary, what I intend to say: I believe “extra-curricular” activities might have played a part in his no-show that afternoon. No-show until later, that is: when I begged/pleaded/pseudo-slyly coerced the shop’s owner to begin carrying his home-spun, (then) burgeoning line with the Goth-damaged name: Unholy Matrimony.

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Welcome To The Tenth Circle: “Hello Kitty” Hell

So here’s the deal: The Hello Kitty thing?

I’m just. Not. Into. It.

Matter of fact, my aversion to the mouthless creature has steadily swollen—not unlike her head— over the years.

It’s not just because the creature’s  a scene-o-type as overplayed as Fall Out Boy’s greatest hits

(ditto, tiaras—leave ‘em to Quinceneras, Scenario Dawson: what do you think this is, 2007?);

nor is it the result of the anti-feminist mentality in which she’s so flagrantly mired

(the fact that she lacks a mouth implies that she has no voice—i.e., it functions as a visual signifier for the notion that females are docile, harmless, submissive and frail);

instead, it’s the sum of aforementioned, and the fact that this seemingly innocuous emblem of corporate consumption has evolved into a full-blown omnipotent presence.

Sure, there are moments in which I feel I’ve become a bitter old queen*, or as if I’m the Grinch of Sanrioville—

though recently I discovered a source of salvation through

Hello Kitty Hell: One Man’s Life With Cute Overload.

I couldn’t help but feel an immediate camaraderie with this Canadian dude who inadvertently spawned his allergy to The Evil Feline by encouraging his wife to pursue a business venture doing something she enjoys.

Whether or not you’re a fan of that critter whose name includes a salutation, I feel it necessary to share this post, as we’e got a serious case of fagswag to analyze here, folks.

EXHIBIT A:

The comments tend to veer toward LOLercaust territory, as well.  Darlene, a “repeat offender” in the Department of Commentary, is a brilliant construct.  Nonetheless, the veracity of her existence is mere conjecture on my part (a fancy way of saying “Hey baby, don’t even try to hate crime me for hinting that any J.T. Leroy action might be goin’ on here.  Aiiight?)

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Whimsicle Social Media Fuckery (What’s.The.Deal?Who’s.For.Real? ☀ MySpace ☀IN YOUR FACE!)

for “my best friends I’ve never met”:

“I just wanted to let you know that this is like, the only me… “

“O.K., I don’t photoshop my pictures. I’m just pretty, and you’re probably really ugly.”

:: Stop Stealing My Pictures! ::


*(Had to share these with you guys because
Shit is
br00t4l! And uh, yeah…the alliterative name?
Published under it “
way before MySpace.”
K4’s trademark symbol is a nice touch touch though, right?)

✮ ✬ ✮

The first clip is by Andrew Bravener;

The second? EffSwap.

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Mad Pash for Fash/Reasons to Melt Plastic

☆ Thumbs’ Up to “the imdb”; What I’m Listening To/Things You Should See ☆

First off, thanks to all of you wherever who did whatever, whenever that made my imdb stats jump so high this week. I don’t know if it’s a result of my presence in the *(cough! cough!)* “Celebrity Lifestyle’ issue of Wedding Dresses magazine that came out earlier this month. I mean, I knew that was a mainstream fluke… I just didn’t expect to see it, well, just about everywhere. Especially, say—on a shopping excursion at 3 a.m. for Redi-Whip at Ralph’s.

Then again, I also didn’t anticipate going from having three cameras in my possession to none in the span of a week and a half.

As with anything in my life, it seems I have to learn my lessons the hardest way imaginable. Rather than talk about despair (I mean, please—how many years was I Too Goth To Handle? There’s only so long I can go around having a bad time everywhere!), I’m just gonna “suck it up’ and buy a Canon that’s been recommended.

So…since I don’t have any “exclusive’ photos at the moment, I figured:
Why not post about some of my current obsessions?

Today I’m diggin’ on…

Urinal Art:

lips,urinal art,Clint Catalyst's eccentric obsessions

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The debut issue of Japanese Men’s Vogue:

vogue,vogue hommes japan,mens' japanese vogue
on the cover: Ash Stymest, photographed by Hedi Slimane

(Here’s a peek at a forthcoming editorial… on par with American Men’s Vogue, right? Riiiiiiiight):

Oliviero Toscani

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A runway look from a while back that’s haunting me in the best way imaginable…

Somebody. Help me. Please!

Who’s responsible for this stroke of slick black genius?

latex, latex clothing

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Then– of course, what’s a little…screen-saver/site-scan shopping?

Granted, I can’t fight off the lyrics that come to mind of someone who truly understands the meaning of the word irony: Lily Allen. Her demo “I Don’t Know” is such a strychnine-soaked smiley-faced commentary on contemporary society; rarely a day goes by that the sardonic lyrics don’t get queued up on the ol’ iPod.

Despite the cadence that resonates through lines like:

“I am a weapon of massive consumption/
It’s not my fault/it’s how I’m programmed to function…”

Here’s where I succumb to that which I

COVET (cause I just plain)

LOVE IT.

Spot-Check These Finds Among My “Wish List of the Moment”…

Toy Me’s Silver Scissor Cuff:

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Citizen Citizen’s Shoplifter Tote Bag:

citizen citizen, shoplifter tote bag

(both items available from fashion journalist Rose Apodaca
& self-avowed “design junkie” Andy Griffith’s A Plus R store)

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And these effin’ Killer Ninja Boots!
(Need. Pair. Nowwww…):

ninja boots

(available from Karon Koron )

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For the Bookshelf/Coffee Table/Stash of Masturbatory Material:

viktor & rolf
The House of Viktor & Rolf

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However, as for now?

My head aches
and I must sleep…

Besos, baby.
Besos…

Double C

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