The twisted cabaret of the golden chamber lays no room for itemization, but only ruin, contrary to the wishes of the artist. An ever-lining bind between mistress and serpentine, and which the latter of two a twisted mess. I ♡ seeing those without confusion blissfully reveal contention as if every word and action is truth, every interpretation lied down folly at the whims of the bigger prankster. Sickening. Beautiful.