Notes

In times of distress, do not hesitate to call Pink-Doll, mistress of silver ashtrays, glow-in-the-dark tragiclove and hyena-clowns. The redrock is ringing. On a more serious note, why the hell is Life not calling? (unless?)

The blog title, this very blog title, seems to be something an icycool, deceptive narrator in an Atwood novel would quietly say, while gently wiping off a thin, seemingly inconspicuous layer of sweat above her lips. Be my murder weapon, she would say. And let me live.

He smiles, knowing fully well he is making a mistake, that he should run away and never return. He takes a step forward.