I gotta tell ya guys...

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...experiencing heat tantamount to Christina Lindberg's crotch after a night at the disco really puts a damper on my mind's ability to muster much thought in these evening hours. So I'm sorry if my recent entries have been uneven. On days like this, the only thing I wanna do is crash in front of my tiny 13" CRT and watch a tape or two. Currently entertaining my daylight hellfire malaise is this video of some Italian trash called Cross of the Seven Jewels from 1987. I need to track this down pronto, especially after reading David Z's account...