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So my caring mother would rub the Fluxus Hair Tainer into my scalp, comb my disobedient locks, and then send me off to school looking like that ass-wipe kind on the bottle. I was an independent kid by gum, and this hair meant that I belonged, that my parents knew what was fucking what. This film is an adaptation of Paul Auster story: "Timbuktu".
