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The kind of music that makes you say, "FUCK, I have not spat on a cross today!" And then you go spit on the nearest cross. It bubbles and melts because Crossspitter has changed you forever, and you are now a God-cursed acid-drooling abomination--which, you know, is still better than being a Christian, so you turn up the music, crack open a beer, and enjoy the sense of emotional fulfillment that comes of regular crossspitting. a_human