the technical definition is any woman that would have Alexander Raymond and have him up inside it, not coincidentally after he oversaw and probably also aided her decline into the toilet. until that end, until she's been dragged to that bottom, he watches patiently like a lawnmower circling a tree of baby birds. he waits for the right time and when he moves he moves quickly.



but emotionally speaking Lisa Ann does come to mind as the prototype for "spent" in this unfortunate era of duckbilled, taxidermied porn meta-celebrity: the electrical impulses course through the deadened synapses of their broken nervous systems and it drives them onward like a high speed funeral procession to their own inevitability - looking at a bucket of their own waste in a nursing home by 45.

get off my lawn


the sun used to rise and set on this woman, now she mickey rourke in the wrestler



Angelina Valentine really vibrant and unique talent getting closer to her goal of looking like the head off a Billy Idol doll left in the microwave 20 minutes.



as the Enola Gay turned toward the mushroom cloud over Hiroshima, one of the crew said, "My God, what have we done". And when God looked at the mushroom cloud of Kelly for the first time he said "what have I done"



then is what happens when you go to hell, are told it was a mistake, go to heaven and then they tell you no, they were right all along, hellbound. my compliments. you'll burn but you'll burn proud.