I love it when you think about someone (or they think about you) and then one of you reaches out within days or hours or even minutes. It happens to me so often I refuse to believe it is mere coincidence. In my dreams I have manifested Emel-Elizabeth the Estonian Girl and Nicole the Polish Girl into my waking life. I missed them so much that they came back to me again. And now Pallas the Pink-Haired Girl aka the Diner Siren returns. Sorry everyone: ESP is real!

I will be in Los Angeles next month, among many other places along both coasts. (In LA I have been tasked, I think, with taking care of Pallas on account of the whiplash she got at Diseyland.) If you are there also, or in any of the other cities I always materialize in when I am away from my Dracula tower in Berlin . . . let me know!

Thank’s!!! ☆彡

P.S. To add to the spookiness of Pallas’ vision . . . I posted a picture of myself in front of a painting of a tiger on this very website about twenty minutes before she texted me. Just saying . . .