Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Remains of the Deluge

I stare at him, dead in the rain
Aware any effort's in vain
No use even trying
I'm screwed and I'm frying
It's the chair...I could never explain.

Tom Neal's future is all wet in Detour (Edgar G. Ulmer, 1945). Image sourceThe Dead Eye Delirium.

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