I would love to live on a deserted island. Just me and my closest creeps. Mittens, my pet crocodile would patrol the shores and chase away unwanted strangers. I would have a giant decrepit castle teetering on a cliff full of bats and snacks and spooky paintings . My dungeon would be fully stocked and I would have a loyal band of wolf riding gypsies to gather supplies for me. Mistress Violet Strychnine here to gut you mercifully. It's all fun and games until you realize that the reason your amazing new deserted island is deserted is because there happens to be a homicidal cannibal running around killing and eating everyone in sight. You get what you pay for I suppose. Watch the 1980 film Antropophagus and you'll see what I mean. Directed by the Italian master of sleezegore Joe D'amato. The great thing about Italian horror is the fact that most of the time, shit just does not have to make a ounce of sense. They've been making films full of tits and ass and gore way before any of you learned how to say uh oh Spaghetti-Os. Only 9 more days my little maggot pricks. Ciao! xoxo
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