BLINDED BY BLONDE
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.
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.
The Blonde gets tired quickly...
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