Saturday, 28 July 2012

Sound of My Voice.

I do love me a good cult; and the weirder they are, the more deranged, the more coercive, mind-erasing, wallet-draining, sexually absolutist and murderous they are, and the more they lure their members into a realm of isolation, rote repetition, low-protein diets, 36-hour work shifts, constant exhaustion and the ever-present fear of public shaming or shunning over some minute dogmatic or ideological shortcoming, oh, the better I like them.


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