Thursday, August 9, 2012

Farewell, My Slovenly

I'm on track for a fate spent in stir,
Flashing back to a date that's a blur
Although nothing prepared me
For the nutjob that snared me,
That black-hearted, hate-spewing her.

Detour  (Edgar G. Ulmer, 1945): Tom Neal recalls girlfriend Claudia Drake, and a life before he made a fateful detour to Ann Savage. 

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