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The misadventures of Starkweather & Fugate, Knox & Knox, Barrow & Parker, Worley & Whitman: outcasts, lovers, and serial killers

Romance. A truly beautiful noun and emotion. And how seductive it can be. But the combination of crime and love is an even more potent afrodisiac. Time after time we have heard these fantastical stories of couples, couples so in love they would rather die than be apart. In some cases even kill. But i don't think its about being apart, i think for them it is the feeling of belonging and being a part of something together, as one. How amazing is it to feel that you have accomplished something with the sheer love of your loved one? It is heaven on earth. That is what these lovers believed.

Charles Starkweather & Caril Ann Fugate

In late 1957 Charles Starkweather commited his first murder because a service station employee would not sell him a stuffed animal on credit for his girlfriend Caril Ann Fugate. He returned the next day with a 12 gauge shotgun and killed the man. Ridiculous? Yeah, a bit. But he felt it was for love. Over the next 3 months Starkweather and his 14 year old girlfriend Caril murdered 11 people. An old high school friend said this of him, "He could be the kindest person you've ever seen. He'd do anything for you if he liked you. He was a hell of a lot of fun to be around, too. Everything was just one big joke to him. But he had this other side. He could be mean as hell, cruel. If he saw some poor guy on the street who was bigger than he was, better looking, or better dressed, he'd try to take the poor bastard down to his size."

Fugate of course cracked under pressure and said that Starkweather was holding her captive the whole time, which is a huge lie. She may have been scared being so young but she actively participated in the murder spree and even enjoyed it. Hater.

Mickey & Mallory Knox

The most classic love story if i have ever heard one. Yes yes they are from the movie "Natural Born Killers" by Ridley Scott and Quentin Tarantino. Which is, and i repeat myself with no regret, the best love story ever! Mickey rescues young Mallory from an abusive and neglegent household by murdering her parents, and going on the run. They are married on a bridge, end up in prison together, and escape prison. All done together. So in love its ridiculous. I dont think anyone can disrespect that.

Clyde Barrow & Bonnie Parker

There's nothing like a beautiful gun-toting ,cigar smoking woman, and a dapper young man dressed in a 30's suit. Bonnie and Clyde may be one of the most famous outlaw couples in the history of the United States. Not only because they were the real deal, actual people, and just so badass, but they had sex appeal. They went down fighting together. They were the sexiest duo ever.

Clarence Worley &Alabama Whitman

Stealing. Cheating. Killing. Who says romance is dead? What I love so much about this movie is the way it was based on old romance comics. The movie is so vibrant and just full of color. Even through the horrible moments, there always seems to be a glow about it. The plot is so epic too. Clarence meets Alabama at a movie, they're into each other from the start, they go for coffee, have sex, she confesses to being a call girl hired by his boss to make his evening great, but they fall in love anyway. Two days later they're married. How perfect is that? They take on all of their enemies full force, and come out on top. The best part of the movie is when clarence returns to Alabama and tells her that he killed her pimp she bursts into tears and says "That's so romantic", it totally is!!

I love romance. Not the sweet kind. The gritty kind. When people spin those obviously fake, sickly sweet, heard 100 times before romantic speeches it disgusts me. Don't be so naive. The world is not always the sweetest of places, but when you can see the beauty through the grit thats when you know its real love. If you cant kill for someone, you do not love them with every fiber of your being. I'm not saying lets kill people to prove what real love is, because yes, love is different for everyone. But I don't think its right for people to be so judgmental of these particular criminally moved couples (fictitious or historical) just because of their actions. If you look deeper into their stories, and their lives, you can clearly see that all they did was out of love. Sheer love.

Mountiful Mountains

    Mount Ararat. Eastern Turkey. Noah's Ark is there. Turkish: Ağrı Dağı. Armenian: Մասիս, Արարատ

Mount Everest. Nepal. Also called Qomolangma Peak. Tibetan:  ཇོ་མོ་གླང་མ. Nepali: सगरमाथा

Mount Sinai. Egypt. Moses received the ten commandments. Arabic: طور سيناء,  Hebrew: הר סיני, 

Mount Athos. Macedonia, Northern Greece. 20 monasteries. 12 sketes. Greek: Όρος Άθως, Oros Athos.

The Story Of Suicide Sal

We each of us have a good "alibi"
For being down here in the "joint;"
But few of them really are justified
If you get right down to the point.
You've heard of a woman's glory
Being spent on a "downright cur,"
Still you can't always judge the story
As true, being told by her.
As long as I've stayed on this "island,"
And heard "confidence tales" from each "gal,"
Only one seemed interesting and truthful ---
The story of "Suicide Sal."
Now "Sal" was a gal of rare beauty,
Though her features were coarse and tough;
She never once faltered from duty
To play on the "up and up."
"Sal" told me this take on the evening
Before she was turned out "free,"
And I'll do my best to relate it
Just as she told it to me:
I was born on a ranch in Wyoming;
Not treated like Helen of Troy;
I was taught that "rods are rulers"
And "ranked" as a greasy cowboy.
Then I left my old home for the city
To play in its mad dizzy whirl,
Not knowing how little pity
It holds for a country girl.
There I fell for "the line" of a "henchman,"
A "professional killer" from "Chi;"
I couldn't help loving him madly;
For him even now I would die.
One year we were desperately happy;
Our "ill gotten gains" we spent free;
I was taught the ways of the "underworld;"
Jack was just like a "god" to me.
I got on the "F.B.A." payroll
To get the "inside lay" of the "job;"
The bank was "turning big money!"
It looked like a "cinch" for the "mob."
Eighty grand without even a "rumble"-
Jack was the last with the "loot" in the door,
When the"teller" dead-aimed a revolver
From where they forced him to the floor.
I knew I had only a moment -
He would surely get Jack as he ran;
So I "staged a ""big fade out" beside him
And knocked the forty-five out of his hand.
They "rapped me down big" at the station,
And informed me that I'd get the blame
For the "dramatic stunt" pulled on the "teller"
Looked to them too much like a "game."
The "police" called it a "frame-up,"
Said it was an "inside job,"
But I steadily denied any knowledge
Or dealings with "underworld mobs,"
The "gang" hired a couple of lawyers,
The best "fixers" in any man's town,
But it takes more than lawyers and money
When Uncle Sam starts "shaking you down."
I was charged as a "scion of gangland"
And tried for my wages of sin;
The "dirty dozen" found me guilty -
From five to fifty years in the pen.
I took the "rap" like good people,
And never one "squawk" did I make.
Jack "dropped himself"on the promise
That we make a "sensational break."
Well, to shorten a sad lengthy story,
Five years have gone over my head
Without even so much as a letter -
At first I thought he was dead.
But not long ago I discovered
From a gal in the joint named Lyle,
That Jack and he "moll" had "got over"
And were living in true "gangster style."
If he had returned to me sometime,
Though he hadn't a cent to give,
I'd forget all this hell that he's caused me,
And love him as long as I live.
But there's no chance of his ever coming,
For he and his moll have no fears
But that I will die in prison,
Or "flatten" this fifty years.
Tomorrow I'll be on the "outside"
And I'll "drop myself" on it today:
I'll "bump 'em" if they give me the "hotsquat"
On this island out here in the bay …
The iron doors swung wide next morning
For a gruesome woman of waste,
Who at last had a chance to "fix it."
Murder showed in her cynical face.
Not long ago I read in the paper
That a gal on the East Side got "hot,"
And when the smoke finally retreated,
Two of gangdom were found "on the spot."
It related the colorful story
Of a "jilted gangster gal."
Two days later, a "sub-gun" ended
The story of "Suicide Sal."

Bonnie Parker 1932'