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After a lot of demands from demented fans to tell them about the blonde bombshell that adorns the openning frame of Silicon Rainbow. This is going to be my Valentines Special. Note she's been tagged Pretty Poison because no less than four of her boy friends were murdered by poison.
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This is the way it began. It was Tuesday , not a day, that's her name. I fell in love with her the moment we were indroduced by her boy friend. He is veteran of Hollywood streets named Chuck King. A stupid name but don't tell him that he'll rip your dick off. I knew him from our con artist days as homeless teenagers sleeping in abandoned warehouses in east Hollywood, a forgotten part of Los Angeles, feeding off the queers and dumb fucks. Thats the side of Hollywood the perverts won't dump their murdered whores because it isn't safe. My stage name is Denver Small and you can tell any detective I'm sticking to it. Now I have my own porn production business. Chuck Kingsly is a loser. The guy's a real psycho. A heshe once pissed Chuck off so he broke a few bones then poured a can of Drano down her throat. Now he was just working as a fluffer for me. Just crazy. One day I was shooting a homo flick with two guys. They wre both rock hard so I had Chuck and another fluffer keep them that way. Chuck brought Tuesday Hearth with him and that's when I meet her. I thought it kind of stupid for guy to bring his girl to work like this when he was going to fluff a homo. But nobody better tell someone like Chuck he's stupid. "Ok, you guys stay on your marks and keep hard. I just have to set up for this last shot." That to my actors. Chuck was working on my best faggot, Dennis. Tuesday was in a chair behind the light screen watching Chuck do his business. Anyone could tell Chuck wasn't enjoying it, he kept spitting like he didn't like Dennis's taste. I thought she would be having a hard time, but the funny thing she wasn't. She laughed every time Chuck gaged and spit. "Kiss my ass." Dennis told Chuck. "What?" Chuck. "Lick it!" Dennis continued. Chuck knew how demanding the actor was. To not comply might mean Dennis walking out. Chuck turned white. I was watching Tuesday while Chuck wet the homo's butthole. She was really laughing now. This wasn't a sexual thing she was into, years of exploting a mark's weaknesses let me read her right off. This girl was a fully developed necrophicic. She loves dead bodies. After the shoot I dismissed everyone. Tuesday and Chuck remained behind talking. They weren't happy about something. Before I left I swung a camera toward them and left it running. These kind of camera makes not so much a gnat's fart of a sound and I removed the running light so my stupid actors wouldn't fix on it during the shooting. When I saw the couple had moved out onto the parking lot I got the tape and went to my office. I wanted to look at Tuesday. Voyeurism I suppose. Everyone's crazy, it's just how they handle it that matters. The video showed Tuesday and Chuck arguing just as when I left them. I turned the volume up. Tuesday was talking like she was bored with him,"He won't let me go with only a fluffer with out a fight". She sounded like Chuck was a weakling. "I'll make him. He's always lying about me." Chuck's voice shivered because I could tell he was starting to panic. He appeared to be very concerned she might lose interest in him. "What would you do to him?" Tuesday really liked talk about hurting people. I saw she liked watching people suffer, but like a girl she couldn't do anything herself. Another boy friend, then another. I could see Chuck's eyes dilate from fear. Fear that would a pyscho would cover with hate. Enough hate to kill. Worse if he lost her attention. "If I tried something and he knew it was me." "I have some poison, you'll use that." Tuesday needed to push him now. Chuck had started to back down and she was making him feed her her desires. The murder was a big splash in the news. Some lumber mill owner was poisoned by Chuck. The police said he tried to get his girl friend implicated but they weren't going for it. Tuesday came to vist me. She had an idea for an web site she insisted to be called Silicon Rainbow. Looking into her pupils was like looking into the eyes of a black widow. To me her name to me would always be Pretty Poison. A nerotic likes to pull the tails off animals, a psychotic pulls the tails off then tries to glue it back on. Between a nerotic and a psychotic it was one feeding off the other's fucked up emotions. I could imagine the destructive force they would become. Tuesday needed to be happy. I needed to make her happy. I needed to make her happy as long as I live. |
| And screams of horror rend the affrighted skies |
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