If I ever do take my own life, it will be at least in part to quiet the quacking of Aurora Snow's UPSIDEDOWN hatepennily assualted head, which has been echoing into every nook and subconscious cranny of my mind since I witnessed this pornographic incident back in 2001 (what a year for America). I wonder if it would have legs as a story. Maybe if I constructed my own self-actuated guillotine (as I plan to, for just such a suercide contingency) in my livingroom in front of my pawnshop 27" colr TV, with the 'Gag Factor 5' screensaver blazing as my pallid bodice & separated head are found amongst aged browny bloodstains. Wouldn't that be something? That may have legs as a page seven oddity, or maybe it'll spark more interest as pundits glean a deeper significance offen it. I don't know. You never know what what's going to capture or be hideously forcefed to the popular imagination.