Wendy Davis Wendy Davis

King Ink | Nick Cave

Nick was like a lunatic preacher, impeccably dressed and pacing like a panther, humping, thrusting, calling down all that was unholy, possessing us with the fallen spirit of rock and roll.

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In State In Heaven

I kissed her papery cheek, grief’s saccharine taste on my tongue. My last goodbye, but she didn’t believe it was forever. I wish I could feel the same.

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Film Noir: My Top 100

Under the myth of the American dream lurks a dark, seedy side — a gutter littered with broken hearts and despair.

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