I don't remember much of my childhood. It all seems like one long fever dream now. Here's one thing I do remember though:
Villa Allegre!
My favorite part of the show was where the father cut off the mother's arms for her infidelity and then the son was forced to "become" her arms in a grisly Oedipal ritual that made you wonder if — oh! My mistake! That was Santa Sangre! Since I haven't mentioned "Dune" in a couple of days, did you know Jodorowsky made a version? Neither did I!
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