U S E M E

Victoria Jackson (1983).

Since when did we all become dumb blondes and actress wanna-bees?

saint valentine's day massacre

If rape and poison, dagger and burning,
Have still not embroidered their pleasant designs
On the banal canvas of our pitiable destinies,
It's because our souls, alas, are not bold enough!

Baudelaire: 'Les Fleurs du Mal' (1857)

T H E H U R T I N G

Charisse would never forget the cigarette burns on her arm.