At My Life Is Twilight, vampire-romance fanatics confess their eccentricities, and viewers use these anecdotes to judge whether the person's life is "TOO Twilight," or if she -- it's almost certainly a she -- "needs to up the Twilight." The obvious solution would be to deem that anyone who visits a Twilight-themed site to discuss how Twilight has affected her life has an unhealthy obsession with undead sparkle-hunks, and conversely that there is no reason for anyone, anywhere to "up the Twilight." But I suppose everyone is entitled to a jury of their peers, even if their peers are fat middle-age women who bond over their unsettling fixation on the abdominal definition of a 17-year-old boy.
As the 19th century diver approaches a giant clam, a flash of brilliant golden light flares from within the shell. I emerge in a swirl of bubbles and do the timeless universal underwater hand signals for the following: ZODIAC KILLER, KKK, BLOOD OF YOUTH
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