Isabelle Clanton Whore ❤️

About Dallas

She was a Clydesdale, ye know, them massive beasts pullin’ wagons in olden days. Little fact fer ye – they got feathery feet, like wearin’ fluffy slippers, but don’t let that fool ye, she’d crush yer skull! Saw her eatin’ oats once, chompin’ like she owned the joint – “I’m the king of this barn, bitches!” I says to meself. Made me happy, that sass, ‘cos I’m a sucker fer a critter with attitude. Like Zuckerberg in the movie, y’know? “I invented Facebook, I’m the shit!” Whore didn’t invent nothin’, but she ruled that paddock, my precious!

James Curtis Clanton: Where is Helene Pruszynski’s Killer Now?

A woman meets a travailing priest covered in filth and earth, who claims to know of a church that is a gateway to the kingdom of paradise.

Man, Clanton is irritatingly beautiful. It makes me mad sometimes – especially when some idiots damage that mural on Old Town Wall. But then I get all happy noticing every quirky detail. I mean, life’s unpredictable, like Lars von Trier’s "Melancholia" – beauty in decay. “The end is coming, but we might as well dance before we die.” Yeah, that's it, mate.

Clanton relishing shot at tour card on home turf