Serpentine Pink

["The Velvet Hunt" by Krystle Warren]

You're so fucking crazy!

You're so fucking crazy!

You keep telling yourself that.

Are you on drugs? Is that what it is?

-For sure, yeah. -Are you doing that?

What are you doing?

Yeah, you're breaking my fucking heart that's what happen!

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Fucking pass me, motherfucker!

Henrietta... Run!

Fucking throw yourself out of a moving vehicle?

Real smart!

Henrietta...

Run, sweet girl, run!

Don't tell me .

This is enough! It's enough!

It's so fucking obvious,

everybody in the goddamned--

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So it is tonight that I will heal the deer, she will run.

Tonight I will suck the poison from a wounded animal

and spit it out into the desert toilet.

I hope her poison does not go to my heart.

I hope-- I am coyote quick enough to get it gone

before I am her prey and victim.

I hope to the north star she is run over by a pickup.

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Oh, my God.

Should have known better.

Should have known better?

Than to come so close to the road.

But we was the ones who killed her.

Not we.

You. You killed her.

Henrietta.

Run.

Henrietta, run.

Run.

Run, sweet girl. Run.

You did this.

- -How's that feel, huh?

Now what?

baby.

I stole you.

Yes, I did.

We made it.

It's not far, anyways.

Ah!

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Oh, don't cry, little one.

Mommy didn't mean it.

I-- I know that she made you do it.

And I know it wasn't your fault.

You couldn't help it.

You know what will make us feel better, little baby?

Dancing.

Let's move to make ourselves sexy.

Here. Watch me.

Mommy's a professional.

Mmm.

Take a good look, baby.

A good fucking look.

At me loving you.

- - Oh!

Give me back my battery, Henrietta.

It's mine.

My baby, not yours.

I know you can't see shit now, but just FYI,

cutie pie, that's not a baby.

She's mine, and she's beautiful,

and she ain't taking you nowhere.

I came here to take you to the hospital, not to bail.

Chloride, Arizona.

That's where you want to go,

are there.

And Mrs. , that's the only people

can stand you.

Oh, sweetie, you can stand me.

You can stand me very well.

Well, I ain't gonna give you the satisfaction of

disappearing into that abandoned junkyard without

facing what you did to me.

I'm trying to get you fixed up.

No, you want to keep me broken.

You're wrong.

-Ah! -Open up.

Don't you dare touch my baby.

Quit it with this battery nonsense.

Please John, John, please, help.

-John? -John, please, help.

Please, don't let her steal my baby.

You with someone?

John Wayne,

true father of my baby.

Henrietta, you know as well as I do that the Duke is dead.

If you could see as I do, you'd know he'd be everywhere.

You're in the John Wayne room, aren't you?

I had a feeling this is where you've been running off to

after those screwdrivers wore off.

Just pictures of a dead celebrity

in his old motel room, honey.

It's so much more than pictures.

If you ever watched with me or got your head out

from under those motorcycle ,

you'd see that too.

They got a Roy Rogers room and a Gene Autry room too,

but that don't mean they're really here.

I am, though.

John and I would like you to leave.

Fucking odor outpost motel.

Shitty western celebrity's graveyard.

Jackass tourists never seen the desert before.

I hate this nostalgic stuff.

This is a ghost town, girl.

Your love is a ghost town.

My love?

Did I ever tell you John's grandson

went to high school with my brother?

He left his navy blue jacket at our house once after a party.

I kept it and wear it when I feel cold and scared.

So you see, he is here, Jaymee.

He's always here.

A ghost in a ghost town makes you feel safe?

From those who don't dream,

they're the most dangerous of all.

Dreaming's for suckers.

All I wanted was to go dancing for fun,

not for work, for one night.

One night too many.

There's not a dress that doesn't look good on me.

It's not my fault I'm so dreamy.

But, baby, it so clearly is.

Stella Hawk doesn't think so. She says I got it natural.

I can't believe you said her name.

I got lots of people believing in me.

Don't you like my BB bullet in you?

Girl, I got you.

I shot and I got you.

Let me see your eyelash flutter.

Let me see the blood out your neck.

Let me roast you and enjoy every morsel.

Dreaming's for suckers. What does that make you?

Think of me or dinner?

I brought your favorite lipstick, honey.

JJ...

Peachy panty parade?

Let me put it on you.

And we can kiss it on and kiss it off forever.

Your favorite part, all night long.

You're beautiful.

You always tell me, kissing is the sweet before the storm.

You burned off my lips.

I can't kiss no more.

Sure you can.

I killed that little deer, H.

She's up in heaven just like you wanted.

That's real nice, J, but that don't make me pretty again.

Let me in.

It hurts.

Don't it?

Wanting something so bad and not getting it.

Then spread your legs for me.

No.

I think I'll let you hurt a while.

Paint my nails red, sexy lady.

Make them cherry, like your lips.

And blow on them real softly.

So they don't burn bloody anymore.

Just cherry.

Cool, like this?

I love that you let me paint them.

They're the prettiest nails I ever saw.

How embarrassing.

Pretty ain't nothing to be ashamed of.

If you say so.

Oh, come on, woman, you can't tell me

those nails don't make you feel like a million bucks.

I can't.