Dead Blonde Walking

I am not sure if I want to burn out or fade away...

I am still working that one out.



Should I crash some hotel room with a psuedo rock star?

I could stage a mock scene from Sid Vicious' days and than silently go about my end.


Or

I could hide out behind the gates like Bridgette Bardot and no one would be the wiser unless a fancy news show picked it up from Reuters.


One thing is for sure.

Fantasy death is far more fun than the reality of one.


Well, hell...

The Blonde gets tired quickly...