PINHEAD 

“A bitter pessimism about
the possibilities of human
interaction pervades Tod
Browning’s work.”
—David Skall & Elias Savada
DARK CARNIVAL
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Pearls before Swine—
Jewels in the Carnie Sawdust

It really turns me on, baby—
gimme your PINHEAD LOVE!!!
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Talk to me sexy FREAKY—
Be Mother Nature’s BIG MISTAKE

Handsome MUTANT MAN—
right up my fuckin’ alley, baby
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My FUKASHIMA BOYFRIEND—
got ya in that TOKYO Nightclub

SUSHI STUD so exquisitely fine—
real nice piece of LIVE EVIL EEL 
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I like it raw naked fresh—
even tho it be awful expensive

Your Yakuza Sugar Daddy—
pimpin' you out for $10,000

TRUE LOVE 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JaEZUj9seJg 

Sometimes I hate every—
Stupid word you say

Sometimes I wanna slap you—
Then kiss you with both my faces
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There’s no one quite like you—
You push all my buttons down there

I know life would suck without you—
All the same I still hate you
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I wanna wrap my hands around it—
You’re an asshole but I need you

I’m just mad over you that’s why—
I’m still here, hanging around you
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You’re the only love I’ve ever known—
Even tho I still fuckin hate you

So much so it must be true love—
It’s gotta like be fuckin true love
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Nothing else can break my heart—
It’s really getting harder & harder

No one else can turn me on—
Who cares if you’re a mental retard
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It’s true love, baby, true love—
You’ve got me wrapped around your finger

Please oh Please, be mean to me, baby—
C’mon do it to me real nice and slowly
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You can do babe, c’mon that’s the way—
Shoot your brains out you big hunk

Why do you walk away afterwards—
Like without sayin a fuckin thing
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Even so, I wonder how in the world—
I ever came to be without you, babe

I think it must be true love true love—
Nothin can break my heart like true love!!!

Ginsberg

SHITTY   

—for Allen Ginsberg

I saw the best minds of my generation—
turn into SHIT, constipated complacent,
shitty ASSHOLES dragging themselves through 
vast lonely empty New Depression streets,
crummy Ghost-Malls and dark back-alleys…

YAKKING away on their dead cell-phones, talking
to themselves in strange twilight Tweeter speak,
floating through ruins of gone Suburban Malls,
parking lots full of burned-out spectral SUV’s…
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Their shitty burned-out microwaved—
varicose-veined mushy dead brains,
their meathead ratty robot kids, children of
the Slacker generation, microchips hanging out
their assholes, talking blindly into dead air…

Scowling zombie-eyed American youth—
seduced by Bieber bubble-headed bimbos,
Lady Gaga goosey clones of their Couch Potato 
Daddies & Stepford Wives mommies, 
Saturday afternoon football games and six-pack babies, 
darkness descending over vast pill-popping, snorting, 
marijuana haze American Twilight Zone…
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Bored bipolar post-traumatic Deficit Disorder Divas—
back-engineered by scowling bionic shadowy
Dystopian Corporate Monsanto mad scientists down 
to the last GMO gulp & final microwave twitch & 
spastic cell phone tumor. Followed by a nice shitty—
bioluminescent biohazard GREASY FART…

George Orwell’s Bad Hair Day soup du jour—
making sure all of the Prison Planet’s clocks are
like striking Thirteen o’clock. Plus Boredom Bingo
ruling the Bourgeois Masses, entertained by the  
same old fascist TV corporate commissars here in 
the Great Gulag Archipelago WASTE LAND.
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Giving our BOZO Baby Boomer offspring & their 
Slacker Generation kids—the Old Soft-Shoe Dance 
down the fuckin drain, beneath another shitty rotten 

sad-sack Miami Blue Moon bloated up there in the 

Sky with bulimic Fukashima glow.

Breeders Awake!!! Take a good look at—your 
fat-assed Big Mac obese children sucking up 
all that cheap mercury-tainted corn syrup in 
all their shitty fast food & Pepsi-Cola. Gobbling 
all the SHIT FOOD down like craved heroin addicts—
all of them fat-assed with diabetes, these are your 
vaccine-poisoned lovely Children of the Night, 
look at what we’ve done to our Pretty Pouty Progeny…
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SHIT, double SHIT, triple SHIT—just look at us. 
Aren’t we the Epicurean Epitome of the Evil Empire? 

Aren’t we the Envy of the Whole World—
quickly becoming just another crummy 
two-bit down & out Third World Dump,
hated by all the wised-up BRICS nations—
down the Shitter we go?


Shitty NEW DEPRESSION Weltschmertz—
living inside our illusionary TITANIC sinking dream, 
while we busy ourselves rearranging all the 
deck chairs as the Band Plays On…
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SHITTY PONZI Artists, Bankster Gangster schemes—
while Lurid louche Lobbyist Politician Ugly Sisters
dumb us down with Bailouts for the Rich Offshore Elite. 
Mopping up the Remains of the Day—with the usual 
hidden housing market Scams enriched by that 
delicious delinquent Derivative Bubble 
just waiting to fuckin Pop!!!

Ah yes, isn’t the Globalist Agenda so exquisitely sweet—
all that lovely Deregulated Greed, greasy Job Outsourcing 
to those cheap China, Mexican & Indian Slave Labor 
Factories, replacing the Economy with the usual 
Unemployment, Food Stamps and Euthanasia? 
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PLAY IT AGAIN, SAM—
that old Thirties Weimar Kitschy Cabaret Song. 
You know the one—the one with Marlene Dietrich 
singing: FALLING IN LOVE AGAIN, 
I CAN’T HELP MYSELF???????

Hollywood in Crises

TO HOLLYWOOD IN CRISIS 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sSvMmi8GXww 

“Not you, lean quarterlies and 
swarthy periodicals with your 
studious incursions toward 
the pomposity of ants”
—Frank O'Hara, “To the Film 
Industry in Crisis”
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Glorious Silver Screen, tragic Technicolor—
amorous Cinemascope campy faggotry

Bringing back vivacious Queens new again—
startling Screams in Stereophonic Sound
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Bring on your heavenly dimensions, dears—
your faggy reverberations & gay iconoclasms! 

Like Claire Trevor the ultimate fag noir queen—
singing her Swan Song in KEY LARGO
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The QT Film Queens disappoint me—
with their tacky POMO theatrics

Their erudite Emotive Fruitions—
mincing around Filmic Insight perpetually
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Promenading like Grand Opera divas—
obviously they have a Hidden Talent for it

After all they’ve even stooped to conquer—
Joan Crawford in MILDRED PIERCE
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But they’ve missed the point, surely—
the Motion Picture Industry is now in Crisis

In times of crisis, we must all decide—
again and again whom we love
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Redoing in drag our film noir divas—
like WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO BABY JANE

And giving credit where it's due now—
this new drag version of BABY JANE (2010)
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No longer just Grande Dame Guignol, honey—
Bette Davis & Joan Crawford dishing each other

Now they’re TRASHING each other in DRAG—
as only Drag Queens can exquisitely do
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What was once over-solemn deification of—
a couple of aging has-been Queen Bees

Has been Resurrected from the LA Dead—
as an Introduction to Drag Entertainment
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To butchy haughty dyke Barbara Stanwyck—
always ending up with the wrong fuckin Number!!!

To Jeanette MacDonald of the flaming lips—
and Sue Carroll as she sits bored on that fender 
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To Ginger Rogers with her pageboy bob like a—
sausage on her shuffling shoulders

To tres gay, peach-melba-voiced Fred Astaire—
so fleet of foot & swirling dazzling Style
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To Eric von Stroheim, La Grande Illusion genius—
as well as jilted former love of SUNSET BLVD

Johnny Weissmuller the jungle chicken in love—
with Tommy Cook in THE LEOPARD WOMAN
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How can I forget handsome built Lex Barker—
in bed with Lana Turner’s pretty young daughter

Mae West her constant drag routine one-liners—
her bordello radiance & divine wise-cracks
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Rudolph Valentino of the desert moonlight—
putting the make on innocent Norma Shearer

Clark Gable telling Vivien Leigh none other—
Than the fabulous vivacious Scarlett O’Hara
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“Honey, like I don’t give a good goddamn”—
sweeping her up the giant spiral Staircase

Cornel Wilde the flatfoot in THE BIG COMBO—
Putting the make on Conte’s Jean Wallace
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Fonte and Mingo the two hoodlum lovers—
Lee Van Cleef and Earl Holliman doin drag

Earl Holliman in SUMMER AND SMOKE—
the dumb country Salesman who suddenly
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Makes Geraldine Page feel alive again—
no longer closeted Alma Winemiller 

Marilyn Monroe in her little spike heels—
reeling in the Clock Tower of Niagara Falls
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Strangled to death by jealous Joseph Cotton—
Ending up like in SHADOW OF A DOUBT

Done in like the failed dystopian exec in—
SOLVENT GREEN with a crushing crowbar
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Or better yet Joseph Cotten puzzling over—
failed boyhood romance with Orson Welles

What could be more cynically fag noir then—
Cotton as jilted lover in THE THIRD MAN?
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Him & Alida Valli mooning over Harry Slime—
a drug-dealer in ruined postwar Vienna?

Especially the sewer scenes beneath the city—
former lovers finally confronting each other
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Gloria Swanson reclining, sucking off cute—
William Holden her kept man in SUNSET BLVD

Jean Harlow reclining & wiggling like a whore—
Alice Faye reclining, wiggling and fucking
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William Powell with his stunning urbanity—
getting seduced by femme fatale Claire Trevor

Letting Velma call the shots except for the—
very last one after Moose Malloy gets had 
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To Elizabeth Taylor such a bitch queen kunt—
in WHO’S AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOLFE

Blossoming as the real Bitch she really is—
Miss Burton playing the queer spouse
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Going after young Professor George Segal—
with Sandy Denise playing the usual hysteric

Talk about early drag queen melodrama, honey—
reading the beads of the Str8t Scene
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Creating quite a tiff amongst the film critics—
the drama critics saying “Told you so, dears”

So many others, the great, the near-great—
the extras who pass quickly & return in dreams 
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Saving their one liners for cocktail parties—
illuminating the Screen with campy repartee

Dilettantes we movie queens are, honey—
Hollywood with its various campy incarnations
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Let the money of Hollywood Babylon—
continue to glitter & amaze us in new ways

May the Divas shine under the Klieg lights—
in never-ending Packs for our Edification
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Roll on, reels of celluloid, may you roll on—
like this Grand Old Earth rolls on! 

Queen of Noir

Claire Trevor, “Moanin’ Low” from KEY LARGO

KEY LARGO

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8vh8veUgPt8 

I do my own MOVIES—
I do it with Words

The lives of poets & writers—
that really doesn’t interest me
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Nobody’s perfect in this old world—
especially fucked-up actors

Instead I let my mind meld—
with some actor or actress’ Muse
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Muse to Muse communiqués—
the usual surreal Automatic Writing

Faulkner did it with Raymond Chandler—
writing the filmscript for THE BIG SLEEP
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Stream of consciousness, I suppose—
most of the time I don’t think about it

Like Billy Wilder letting Gloria Swanson—
Ad lib Norma Desmond in SUNSET BLVD
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I just let it happen spontaneously—
impromptu improvisation outta the blue

Muses get that way sometimes, honey—
Grande Guignol queens especially
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I’ve learned to fasten my seatbelt, baby—
Bette Davis with her Bumpy Night Routines

Nothing quite like ALL ABOUT EVE—
George Sanders as wicked Addison DeWitt
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I’ve learned to swish like Tony Curtis—
and Jack Lemon in SOME LIKE IT HOT

I’ve learned to fly over Kansas fast—
after watching awful IN COLD BLOOD
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I’ve been paranoid & scared to death—
like poor Joan Crawford in SUDDEN FEAR

I’ve let thugs like handsome Jack Palance—
use & fuckin abuse me like an old whore
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PANIC IN THE STREETS in the Big Easy—
getting undone in Lafitte’s during Mardi Gras

I’ve known a lot of old queens ending up—
Miss Havishams in GREAT EXPECTATIONS
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I’ve known has-been divas like Claire Trevor—
Singing “Moanin Low” in tragic KEY LARGO

I’ve felt the same way sometimes late at night—
wind blowin outside cooped up with some hoods
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I’ve known some really nice Stiff Ones—
like in Tourneau’s I WALKED WITH A ZOMBIE

I’ve been had by lots of smooth Lounge Lizards—
straight outta MONSTER FROM THE BLACK LAGOON
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I’ve even fallen in love maybe once—
That be THE DAY THE EARTH STOOD STILL

All these Hollywood fantasies end up being—
Monsters of the Id outta FORBIDDEN PLANET
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But that be Okay because I haven’t given up—
I’m still looking for the perfect exquisite Lover

My one & only handsome SON OF FRANKENSTEIN—
Even if he be ugly with lots of awful stitches
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That’s when I’ll sing “Moanin Low” just for him—
Just like Claire Trevor in KEY LARGO

Whitman

AMERICA
—for Walt Whitman


Center of equal marriages, love

All, all alike whether str8t or gay

Supple, smooth, enduringly us

Possessors of our own lives at last

Sons & daughters of Whitman

Steering the Ship of State thru Time

JAMAL PARRIS 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&v=y7E0jdyM498&NR=1

“A slave to the 
man you love”
—Jamal Parris


“While the media and the press 
and the rest of the people around 
the city or the rest of the country 
lookin askin how can you let a grown 
man suck ya but you have to 
understand that this man manipulated 
us from childhood. This was our father 
and we loved him.”—Jamal Parris
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Noted homophobes Ted Haggard, George A. Rekers, Richard Curtis, Roy Ashburn, Albert Odulele, Mark Foley, Christopher Lee, Eddie Long, Jim West, Paul Babeu, Ken Mehlman and Larry Craig have been rather unceremoniously forced out of their respective closets fairly recently since they be so full of the usual evangelical skeletons. And de occasional rent boy.


Ever once in awhile lately it seems some of the various sexual victims are beginning to publish their own tell-all versions a la TRUE CONFESSIONS, going into the lurid memoir mode that would make even THE NATIONAL ENQUIRER crowd blush there in the check-out aisles of America’s chic suburban middle class culture.
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Anti-gay politicians and pastors who be turnin' out to be gayer than a three-dollar bill, honey—they be de talk of de town lately. The question is whether the Fundamentalist Evangelical Community can "forgive" their various beloved meandering ministers and poor pastors who've lost their way?

After all, it be only a matter of time before some young dude—finally starts usin' de time-honored well-honed scandalously famous Feuilletonist literary style to be readin' de beads of de Gettin' Down Low Evangelical Grateful Dead, baby. 

BIG SUGAR DADDY

Lady Bishop Edwina Longstroke

BIG RICH SUGAR DADDY

I always been wantin’ a Big Sugar Daddy—
A Big Rich Sugar Daddy takin’ care of me

You know like Elizabeth Taylor done had—
Cattin’ around in that “Cat on Hot Tin Roof”
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A Big Rich Sugar Daddy in love with me—
Drivin me around in a Big Cadillac Limo

You know, keepin’ me in a Swanky Condo—
Buyin’ me de nice new clothes dontchaknow
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A Big Rich Sugar Daddy makin’ me First Lady—
Bein’ de hoity-toity fancy Wife of de Bishop

Flyin’ me from Miami around de World—
Treatin’ me like de High Class Queen I be

Perry Smith

IN COLD BLOOD

Prairie wind pressed against the
windows, suckin at the glass

Perry was remote, suspicious
sullenly sleepy-eyed, remote

Nothing interested him, bored
he sized me up as another con
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He was half-Irish half-Indian
I was talking to a young killer

“What kinda writer are you?”
he asked rather arrogantly

“Written any movies?” he said
already giving up on me
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“Yeah, “Beat the Devil”—
with Humphrey Bogart…”

His eyes lit up, completely 
all mine from then on

“Bogart” he whispered, barely
audible above the wind outside
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“He was my favorite actor ever
since “Treasure of Sierra Madre”

It flustered him, dissolving 
his con-artist tough façade

The old prospector, Walter Huston
was like his father, Tex Smith
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From then on he was just a kid
in love with all the old movies

Pathetic, lonely, vain—
identifying with tough Bogart

Caught up in his own
film noir murder flick now

Black Moses

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=gUxCeVupemA

Black Moses

“There are no whites

and no blacks in

America, all of us

are mulattos.”

—James Baldwin

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Unwittingly white—

even unwittingly black

we be a mulatto race

My dinge kid brother—

having it much more than me

his young male mulattohood

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Mostly it be his dick—

jet-black penis compared to

his beige butchy build

Black male mystery—

going down on Black Moses

he knew I wanted it bad

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Ten-inch Commandment—

his stoned tablet of Sinai

he let me have it

Parting the sheets—

engulfing Pharaoh’s army

my cute half-brother came

DOIN DE DOWN LOW

DOIN DE DOWN LOW ON MOSES
—for William Faulkner  

“Lordly girl, you be such a dizzy dilettante!!!”

“Dat be right, honey. I be Miss Delta Debutante.”
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“You mean aging Contessa, don’t ya girl?”

“Delta Bourbon Grande Dame, please.”
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“Honey, you be the de most Uppity Old Miss Thing.”

“But girl: I been doin’ de Down Low for years now!”
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“Ha!! DL for you mean being de Dinge Queen!”

“Everybody down here in de Deep South be havin’ a little drop of Creole in dem, honey.”
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“Yeah, baby, but you done get a pint of de good stuff every fuckin’ night, Miss Scarlet, honey.”

“I do declare, Miss Thing, you surely be in a bitchy Bead Readin’ mood tonight, girl.”
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“I hear you been doin’ de Governor’s young handsome chauffeur lately, you old whore?” 

“Donzelle? Yeah, baby. He be so smooth, swanky, debonair-lookin’ in dat nice uniform of his.”
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“Ha! His uniform ain’t de only thing you like, baby.”

“But I can’t help it if I like de Darke Meat, baby doll?”
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“What would de Kingfish say, if he only knew, girl.” 

“Oh look! Dare be Donzelle now! Driving by!!!”
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“What a Nice Big Slinky Limousine!”

“Look out! See dat big Cadillac limo he be drivin’?”
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“Yeah, Donzelle be the Contessa of Cool all right.”

“He be cruisin for all de Young Stuff, honey.”
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“Ya mean de Kingfish like de college boys?”

“Do dey waltz in Vienna, girl?”
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“I’m simply shocked! You mean that…”

“Does the sun rise in the East, baby?”
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“Well, I guess you oughtta know, Miss Thing.”

“Dat’s right. I be IN THE KNOW, honey.” 
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“You used to be Huey P. Long’s chicken, didn’t ya?”

“Dat was way back in de Thirties, honey.”
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“You must be old as an ole ugly Alligator, girl!”

“It’s de Fountain of Youth, baby. Dat young Stuff.”
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“How exquisitely decadent, my dear.”

“It’s what makes de Magnolias moan at night.”
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“How lovely and seminal it sounds.”

“It’s what makes the Spanish Moss so well hung.”
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“Yes, the Vieux Carré still be rather charming.”

“It’s what makes Mardi Gras so heavenly.”
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“Yes, Tiger Town still be tres nostalgic.”

“It’s what made the Hippies so hip!”
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“Gaud, that be back in the Sixties!”

“It’s what made de Drop-Outs so cool.”
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“Chimes Street back then musta been…”

“It’s what made de young Druggies drool”
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“Didn’t you used to live there back then?”

“It’s what made all de Draft Dodgers so debonair”
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“How “Gone With The Wind,” my dear—

“It’s what made de Dinge Queens so desperate.”
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“You must be de Delta Queen Muse, girl!!”

“Dat be what Miss Faulkner say, Honey.”
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“Holy Mackerel, you knew her too, my dear?”

“I be a guest at Rowan Oakes Plantation many drunken weekends, don’t cha know, sweetheart.”
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“You musta got to know all de Mississippi Delta Bourbon queens back then, Miss Scarlet?”

“Just ask Butterfly McQueen, girl, she know.”
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“And Yoknapatawpha?” 

“Honey, I got to know Yoknapatawpha as good as yams, gumbo and corn whiskey sitting up late into de humid Night there on Miss Faulkner’s verandah with de bougainvillea snaking round my ankles and de magnolias moanin’ and groanin’ in de sad eternal Southern Delta moonlight that once was……”