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Kinda got lost out there for a second. I feel like a totally different person. It kinda feels like that scene in Twister where Bill gives his version of a old story in which he runs nude at a tornado and chucks and bottle of Jack Daniels into the storm. "See, there was another Bill. An evil Bill. And I killed him." It's something that had been stirring for a long time, but really started to fall into place under the following circumstances; a) listening to a lot of Die Spitz, b) watching Daisies (1966), c) sky high hormones, d) spending -a little- less time on a smartphone.