ALL THE FUCKING CAPITAL LETTERS FOR THIS ONE. I’m so turnt up (as the hip ones say?) on the wild Mountainous Dew this morning, I don’t even care. (If you can’t tell, I fucking hate myself.) None the less, I’m here to inject your beautiful, mushy ocular-holes with some wonderful True Detective x Hardy Boys cultural mash-up.

‘Cause fuck you, Rust Cohle is eternal.

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