Versace and Henson, together at last

[thedarkages]

In this week's edition of The New Yorker, where editorial and advertising seem to be holding opposite ends of the stick, there is an advertisement for Versace's Cristal Noir perfume. It got me thinking: if a sunbeam were to hit the faceted stopper at precisely the right angle, would the perfume's wearer be turned into an Ur-Skek?

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[yesenixan.livejournal.com]

Ah, but if the flask and the *receipt* were reunited, the consequences would undoubtedly be even more dire. I imagine what would result would be the purchaser's wife and mistress being instantaneously mystically recombined into a perfect unitary being, the primordial gyno-monad, Madonna and whore all at once.