Nothing's cooler than Kim Deal. Neither Kim Gordon nor Black Francis. If you stay too much in the mirror stage, you'll be trippy-trapped as Žižek is trapped into a hitchCOCKian breed bird. And for surely you will forget the difference between witch and which. And you're gonna brambling forever from Racine. And run off at the mouth.
the context itself where my nickname was taken from is poking fun at psychoanalysis. so weirdly hilarious seemed the juxtaposition of lacanian and witch, and so full of other harlequin-like patchworks of notions was the movie, trying every moment to bend earth and stick the poles together, that i fell for it. so, my friend, if you are into the tough labyrinthine stage of assigning bird tracks to elephants and ant acids to weasels, you might begin wondering why is it that coorte's asparagus is unchewable. zizek is an arrogant prick.