Fragments of Noir

Wednesday, 20 January 2016

Yes i know what it means to walk alone

And how it feels to walk by myself

Yes i know what it means to

Love a woman you can't own

The Meaning of the Blues
(Bonamassa)

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Wayne F Miller

fragments of noir: 'It was one of those hot dry Santa Annas that come down thru the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge. ............ Red Wind- Raymond Chandler

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