Having sex with a random guy with a sheet and a glory hole doesn’t count as an experience with the supernatural, honey. Masturbating on LSD while watching Ghost Adventures isn’t too paranormal, either, even though the lead Ghost Douche on that show is probably down for some celestial forced rapage. Chances she actually got slimed? 0%. Chances she’s covered nightly in something that resembles ectoplasmic residue? 100%. But her new album is inspired by her ‘erotic paranormal experiences,’ and apparantly, like her previous work, making love with the supernatural has the aurora and majestic sounds of a bunch of cats queefing.
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