I started on light switches ... I had to run my fingertip along every bit of the light switch - the edges, the corners, the button - in a particular order and pattern ... If I didn't get it just right, maybe bad things would happen. Sylvester spends a lot of time in his room, under the duvet, muttering his mantra - Timolol, Diclofenac, Alfacalcidol - and gluing glitter to the light switches. If he doesn't the evil witch might curse him, or his perverted thoughts be exposed for the world to see. Or maybe he's just being ...
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I started on light switches ... I had to run my fingertip along every bit of the light switch - the edges, the corners, the button - in a particular order and pattern ... If I didn't get it just right, maybe bad things would happen. Sylvester spends a lot of time in his room, under the duvet, muttering his mantra - Timolol, Diclofenac, Alfacalcidol - and gluing glitter to the light switches. If he doesn't the evil witch might curse him, or his perverted thoughts be exposed for the world to see. Or maybe he's just being irrational...? Forced back home to live with his dealer dad, Carl, Sylvester's imagination takes flight, along with his sanity.
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