Noir Posted on February 17, 2014February 17, 2014 by wpadmin It’s dark on the bridge. Biting winds tear at my coat. She should be here soon. Posted in Concepts.
Night; dark and stormy.
Love; hot as lead from my gun
They call me Sam Spade
Coq au vin eaten
plenty of pino noir left
to warm a cold night
German Expressionism
Parody or pulp
Alfred Hitchcock Vertigo
Wearing only sweat
She lies with me then to me
A dame to kill for