So, Russia has a new Serial Killer.  Alexander Pichushkin has admitted to killing 60 people thiough only 49 bodies have been found. He wanted to kill 64 people, enough to cover each square on a chess board.  This is hauntingly close to Windom Earle and Coop's chess game in Twin Peaks dont'cha think!?

 A first killing is like your first love. You never forget it," said Pichushkin. "The closer a person is to you, and the better you know them, the more pleasurable it is to kill them," he said.

Prosecutors say he lured most of his victims to secluded parts of Moscow's Bitsevsky Park, where he plied them with vodka and then smashed their skulls with a hammer. Other victims were strangled, drowned in a sewage pit or thrown off balconies. Thankfully he didnt shoot an arrow through the head of a victim incased in a papier mache pawn piece.  I think that would have been a bit too much!

 http://news.sky.com/skynews/article/0,,30100-1287778,00.html

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Yeah, i made the same association when i read about this case some time ago.

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CD Broad needs to read the Emperor of Ice-Cream.

Beauty is momentary in the mind -
The fitful tracing of a portal;
But in the flesh it is immortal.
The body dies; the body's beauty lives.
So evenings die, in their green going,
A wave, interminably flowing.
So gardens die, their meek breath scenting
the cowl of winter, done repenting.
So maidens die, to the auroral
Celebration of a maiden's choral.
Susanna's music touched the bawdy strings
Of those white elders; but, escaping,
Left only Death's ironic scraping.
Now in its immortality, it plays
On the clear viol of her memory,
And makes a constant sacrement of praise.

('Peter Quince at the Clavier' by Wallace Stevens)

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