I once saw a movie, I don't remember the title, where this one guy got his face blown off by a bomb, and he reconstructed with the face of a doll. It was a really nasty horror movie, and that villian looked a lot like Rusty Trail in panel one. Rusty Trail in panel three, though, is the real horror. But I feel like I'm stuck in an anti-Dorian Grey, where I'm just staring at a picture that's so repulsive that I can't look away. Several months from now a friend of mine will come visit only to find that I've wallpapered my house with printed copies of Rusty Trail in panel three, and I'll have to be locked away.
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