For god sake, never pass up an opportunity to place yourself at the absolute center of attention, because baby, you are art. This, of course, is in reference to whomever (heh) may have rendered the promotional materials, more specifically the poster... We want to taste your bootsweat, and yes (finally yes), love you.

I'm grappling with how many coincidences would have to be strung together for you to know. It doesn't seem likely, yet here we are. That aside, why contempt?

Oh, so it is a secret little club. I fucking knew it.