Here comes the woman, with the look in her eye
Raised on leather, with flesh on her mind
Words as weapons sharper than knives...
— INXS, "Devil Inside" lyrics
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
They raised him to be a good Catholic boy, and every now and then, he starts thinking that if he doesn't change his ways he'll go to Hell. But all I have to do is this, *spreads her legs*
and he always comes right back.
You ever meet someone and it just seems to click instantly? You like the same things, share the same opinions, it seems like you've known them all your life. It could be fate—or it could be you have a listening device planted under the dashboard of your car.
For her, sex was nothing more than an itch. And this phsychological and physiological neutrality of hers at once relieved her of so many human emotions and sentiments and desires. Sexual neutrality was the essence of coldness in an individual. It was a great and wonderful thing to be born with.
had been Scientology's most visible and vocal supporter right up until Tom Cruise
was lured into pledging himself to the teachings of L. Ron Hubbard by Mimi Rogers' giant boobs.
While Drain doesnt exactly provide a satisfying reason why Westboros extremism appealed to her formerly atheist father, its clear that he was enamored with [Shirley] Phelps-Roper and driven by an overwhelming desire to impress her. Almost immediately after making contact, his critical documentary began to transform into pro-Westboro propaganda, described on YouTube
as showing the lighter, more funny side of this very unusual cult.
Both Vanity Fair
just published their own interviews and profiles on everybodys favorite Canadian refugees Randy and Evi Quaid, and reading that shit made me feel like I was Nurse Valerie from Girl, Interrupted
. You just have to nervously shake your head while Evi redefines CRAZY by saying that she can only talk in windowless rooms without any cell phones around...The Vanity Fair piece paints Evi as a money-grubbing, rich girl who social climbed her to the middle and seduced Randy over to the insane side when she worked as his driver on Bloodhounds of Broadway
. Evi does most of the talking and it seems that Randy does whatever she says. At the end of VF
article, Randy tells his lawyer that he should leave Vancouver to go down to Santa Barbara to answer to the charges of felony vandalism. Evi warns him that if he goes the Hollywood Whackers will murder him. Randy responds with a, No, they wont. So it seems that every now and again Randy comes up for a breath of sanity before Evi pulls him back down into the deep end.
Evi is still going on about how the Hollywood Whackers murdered David Carradine
, Heath Ledger
, Michael Jackson
, Robert Blakes wife, Phil Hartman
for insurance money. Evi thinks that the Hollywood Whackers traveled to Thailand to kill David Carradine so that they could collect the insurance on the project he was working on. Yeah, Evi doesnt know how insurance works, but dont tell her that or shell try to pry a microchip out of your ear with a wire hanger from a motel room. Its best just to nod...Maybe its the morbid Emo MySpace
tween in me, but theres something romantic about their craziness. A love that only two certifiable mental cases can share. I mean, when Mah Boo Anderson Cooper is reciting his vows to me at our make believe wedding, I hope he says, In sickness and in health or until the Hollywood Whackers give both of us a lethal shot of Demerol in our Toyota Prius.
I've seen the beyond
and I'm a fast learner. I'm ready for more than... this. Give me something, let me in, let me do what I'm good at.
What, getting the boys to sign over their lives for a snog? I'll tell you what you can do: we're spreading an idea
, but that idea won't take hold without carriers; you keep spreading those long legs of yours to recruit more foot-soldiers.
"I knew I could count on you. Sex always made you stupid, ready to believe anything. You've just made me a very rich woman. Do me one last favor, lover? Stay still long enough for me to blow your brains out." "Your arms were quicksand. Your kiss was death. The name Delilah will be an everlasting curse on the lips of men." "Your kiss has the sting of death."