My list is the no-ho-hope list. And it tells me who gets doomed.
My rule says Never let them go.
You can imagine the scent of beef barley and bile adds to the element of horror as I’m jamming a writhing child into my sack and carrying him off to his dark and dismal destiny.
She murdered forty-two in Illinois and Indiana before she was caught. They could’ve picked her up, easy. I could’ve picked her up, easy.
“And you also know, no matter what,” he says, “that no matter how much they cry or scream or beg, you never, ever let them go?” “Never ever,” I say. He nods.
Krissy would like the world to know the following:
Krissy Eliot writes things that are funny, shameless, and satisfyingly disgusting. She's had Gonzo-style sex columns in the San Francisco Bay Guardian and Bay Area Reporter, covered controversial science as an editor at UC Berkeley's California magazine, and has even worked as a writer in the aerospace industry. Krissy believes in living a life worth writing about, which is why she gets nearly trampled in political protests, infiltrates "orgasmic meditation" cults, and spends nights in the woods with Bigfoot hunters. You can find Krissy on History Channel shows talking about cryptids and UFOs. You can also find her doing live fiction readings in Portland, Oregon, telling tales of pumpkin-spiced obsessed vampires and lobotomies delivered via anal beads. Check out her work at www.krissyeliot.com. Oh, and if you're an agent, don't be shy. She wants you too.
Thank you, Krissy!
