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Nothing says "family values" like being told to kill the witnesses, after you've found your faith.
Source: Bloody Mama Movie Poster, 1970
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Jim Holland (b. 1955) The Green Room
Advance poster for RoboCop, 1987. Art by Mike Bryan.
From âHeart Throbs - The Best of DC Romanceâ
What I do after I realize Iâve played I Wake Up and Hit The Snooze Button way too many times, and now Iâve got approximately three-and-a-half minutes to get ready and get out the door before Iâm late, and bonus: thereâs no coffee anywhere in my immediate future.
Which then segues into I Drive Fast Swearing.
Rudolph Belarski, 1947
The Night of the Hunter dir. Charles Laughton (1955)
I have been in a SHITTY mood the last few weeks so as a treat to myself I bought myself more things I donât need and I of course decided to watch this garbage film the other night. Man I loved the 1990s!
I could listen to J.T. Walsh talk all day:
đ„ âDamn you look beautifulâ đ„
Going forward, if a man in my life doesnât have these sensual/highly sexual qualities that this hunk of a man radiated (and still does all these years later), then he will not be allowed entrance into my Queendom! Boy, bye!
I donât think there is anything wrong with having high standards after I spent the last year lowering mine for a buffoon who thought romance involved plying me with Instagram curated cocktails and the same steak dinners over the same Will Ferrell movies. My romantic life could have its own Netflix series at this point, or at least some late night garbage on Cinemax.
René Magritte
Ed McBain - Ghosts - Book Club Associates - 1981