Youtube videos probably say at least as much about the late-night viewer as they do about the producer. This particular viewer is not quite ready to embrace her own strange fascination with Chai Vdvoem's New Year's furry things, the slender woman-with-a-key who rises like a yolochka toward her flat-screen TV, or the gogolian pig-demon the woman's lover for some reason sees fit to present her with. (Notice how the poor pig sniffs around the presents as if looking for a lost sleeve.) But I am posting this anyway, a placeholder for deeper thoughts on overturn... or at least a warm, fuzzy tribute to mandarin oranges and desire.
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