Suicide Blonde by Darcy Steinke published in 1992. Melodramatic tale of a 30 year-old woman and her decomposition. In between homosexual confusion, a little heroin, prostitution and of course blondes and suicide. Wonderful pithy witticisms such as:
'I wanted to yell at Pig that there was no more poignancy in the aging of a beautiful woman than a plain one. If beautiful girls had higher expectations it was only because of vanity, not because they were better people, or more blessed. And besides, it didn't seem possible that I could end up like Pig. She let her nails dig into the soft part of my arm and with the pain I thought, Once she was like me.'
'"Is there anything more delicate than an egg?" he asked smiling.
"Yeah" I said. "Relationships."'
'Happy people are the cruelest, I thought. This is the cock Bell wanted in his mouth, up his ass. Kevin stopped kissing me and brushed my hand away from his pants. "You can't tell where you stop and other people start," he said. "That's a dangerous quality to have."'
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