The state of existence where every thought is dominated by the sexiness of French Revolutionary Camille Desmoulins. All other habits cease, and the victim drools over google images, books, and films pertaining to Camille Desmoulins.
Keegan: Let's see... the capital of Azerbaijan is... oh god.. Camille.... you sexy thang...my place tonight.... my parents aren't home...leave Horace with Robespierre... hnnnng
Doctor: Son, you've got a bad case of Irrational Desmoulins Lust. This requires some serious treatment, and I need to start you on a round of hormone relaxers immediately.
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