In the quiet country town the drinky birds lie dreaming and severed heads roll slowly down the street. BB doesn't care about any of this and is just in town to check out a zine distro. Will she discover the awful secret of the drinky birds - or fall prey to their curse...?
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I'm glad there's a yuri one of these. Loved the Herzog Nosferatu atmosphere and actually lost it at the Henry James bit.
Child PSAs that give me sensory overload that get better as they go on.
I think this is the one for me. It hits all the notes of humor while still being super duper creepy. They really need a fire department
I was therefore eternally consumed in liminal spaces by the corruption of independent production and its consequences
It's a murders world we're just livin in it baby
My favorite one of these so far.