heyyy sally! are ya lookin’ for a brat?

A kiss on your cheek is all that I want. You have been giving for far too long, and people have been taking from you for far too long, Ms. McKenna. When it comes to the demon, it helps to reassert the idea that you are it’s creator. You can control it as much as March can, perhaps even more. Many dark spirits like shadow people or demons can be taken care of with a strong word and a strong unwavering sense of importance. You must be the one to tell it to leave, and to not come back into your life. It isn’t welcomed. I can help you reach your assertion, I can give you a few of my charged crystals, and a small pouch of herbs meant for banishment of negative thinking. I mean- I once banished a spirit by throwing mud on the ground and telling it that it cannot harm me or cross the boundary made-that it will be stuck in the mud. It worked surprisingly well.

To be wholly honest... you do, but not to terrify, like so many others. Your aura is just... a kalidascopic vision. You’ve plenty of admirers and I would just be one more notch in your bed post. I just see you, so clearly, you’re the only spirit I’ve seen this clearly to be sure. I can also see the creation that March dangles above your head.

Nothing would make me happier, Ms. McKenna! I do have your guitar, I also have a few of your notebooks too. Your poetry inspired me to carry on life by using my heart- I used to be so scared of doing that. I have a few chokers, and the contents that were in your purse. The coroner’s office was glad to be rid of them, I guess they think that a person’s personal belongings, what they cared for during their life is nothing but clutter- but it isn’t, it means something to you, so it should be yours. I’m a Norse Pagan, so we tend to bury our loved ones with their belongings that meant the most to them.

Hello there, Ms. Sally. How are you this evening?

Oh you are nothing of the sort! Why I, I’d hate to admit but I recently looked into your history, you know. I’m studying to be a Moritican- and I saw your death certificate floating around in the back of a post office, so I took it upon myself to find a next of kin to give it to- but there was none wherever I looked. You were remembered however, as Hypodermic Sally? Or That girl? Everyone wanted your certificate I suppose so they could collect your things... but— I’ve kept everything myself. You’re better than Nancy Spungen and Courtney Love.

What is the “other side” like? Have you been?

hi sally, im visiting the hotel soon, what do you say to us both just forgetting, for a while at least?

Oh I’m far too nervous to meet you in person, I- I left the tape with Liz down at reception, I told her I liked her earrings and even that got my heart beating faster than a rabbits. I don’t know what I would do if I care face to face with you, you’re just...a familiarity, like a home. One day I’ll have the courage to ask you if I can visit and stay in a room. You’re one of the spirits I think maybe- maybe I can talk with instead of to, or at. But you have too many admirers, I’m not important enough