Vampire

Oh well bro, why not take you up on it? And incidentally I’d be curious as well, about what your trip would be? After all we’re chummiest from way back.

That said, You’re not only a brother by blood. since historically our borders need only a shout to
signal awareness of connecting, but by the power of the psychic abilities produced by such strong similar identity.

It’s almost like the den-beings of the dark becoming aware but very frustrated that the final curtain, the last chunks of separation can not ever be totally bull dozed out. The closest we think we get the lesser of boundary remains, but sorrily the harder it becomes.

The final hardness is almost infinitely resistant to further burrowing. Sad to say, but truer then true.

Let’s stay friends! ( even when sober)

youtu.be/Szdziw4tI9o

When this whole period of psychic vampirism shall pass into and out of Himself, mine will evaporate as well into the futility of fighting the light.

I feel this in my bones, as my self caught between the upward lift toward the sun or quick descent. with feathery white wings turning grey illuminated from below by burning fire ,headlong plunge when without resistance, of center hold.

youtu.be/PLpVPWIiY1M

“Does anybody else here
Feel like a freak
A million side-eyes
Following me
Weaving in and out
Don’t want your company
Too many people here
I don’t wanna meet
Luh-, luh-, lonely vampire
And I can’t change
Talking to you’s like a ray of sunshine
Dancing in the fire
Hope it rains
I’m a vampire
So out of place
But I’m trying to be cool for one night
Lonely vampire
Luh-, luh-, lonely vampire
Really wanna scream shit
But can’t find my mouth
My head is talking so loud
I can’t turn it down
It’s like hate, love, hate, love
Hate, love, hate, love
Hate, love, hate, love
Luh-, luh-, lonely vampire
And I can’t change
Talking to you’s like a ray of sunshine
Dancing in the fire
Hope it rains
I’m a vampire
So out of place
But I’m trying to be cool for one night
Lonely vampire
Luh-, luh-, lonely vampire
Trying to be cool (vampire)
Trying to be cool (vampire)
Luh-, luh-, lonely vampire
And I can’t change
Talking to you’s like a ray of sunshine
Dancing in the fire
Hope it rains
I’m a vampire
So out of place
But I’m trying to be cool for one night
Lonely vampire
Luh-, luh-, lonely vampire
(Hate, love, hate, love
Hate, love, hate, love
Hate, love, hate, love
Hate, love, hate, love
Hate, love, hate, love
Hate, love, hate, love
Lonely vampire
Luh-, luh-, lonely vampire)”

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No… I am the opposite of Vampeera, but I can realate… well, you know, because I have a brain.

And an admirable one , at that. Vampires are very intelligent, no doubt about that !

frim wiki:

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"Magic and Psychic Abilities

A Vampire Intelligence can use a wide variety of spells and psychic powers. Their spells generally revolve around inter-dimensional travel and the suppression of magic, and its psychic powers allow it to manipulate minds and conjure shields and weapons."

Sounds like a computer game, but one I’ve never played… bet they don’t just use their intelligence but their allure also… unexpectedly luring others expectantly in, but not necessarily to prey.

Yeah but allure is part of their, intelligence, so that they can built on it . If they were really apart, and not a part, then what is being supported wi fall through the middle in-between. Look what happened to the typical dumb blonde of the 50’s, MM and DD- Marilyn Monroe and Diana Dors, sure they were smart as hell, but much to their misfortune, the audience began to see through their sham. The miscalculated. There was too much light, platinum hair and all, Doris Day survived because she did not epitomize the height of glamor, she took the shine of herself.

Granted, men are said to be dumb and did not see through it, as glamor consumed itself through through the critical eyes of females in the audience.

The true vamp has become literally forthright about her intensions.

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You’re repeating what I previously just said. Puppet?

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Has America already been banned from here and all such similar sites,
as it’s gone awfully quiet in here, and very quickly indeed.

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When nails grow long within a week, ok… that’s a bit vampeera.

Yea, the greats… about them? blonde, with curves for days… go them.

Hi fellow. Vamp. Been busy, tearing down walls. Course just enough not too much, remanufacturing borders is a bit more difficult then tearing down walls. Sometimes spaces are immeasurable except in line with the markers which to go by.

The biggest mistake in science was to literally escape from an impending fear of the horizon not being a drop of zone, and yes, that we after all and basically are animals.

Been trying to connect the light fearing, flyer who can never really emerge from it’s dark cacoon with the superman.

"I teach you the Overman! Mankind is something to be overcome. What have you done to overcome mankind?

All beings so far have created something beyond themselves. Do you want to be the ebb of that great tide, and revert back to the beast rather than overcome mankind? What is the ape"

Nietzche

'Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit."

TS Elliot. The love song of , Alfred E Prufrock

It is quiet, but with an undertow of a minute buzz, that is at once compelling and resoundingly abrasive

Oh we fear death, the weapons were discovered to allay somewhat that fear, for after so many perish on the battlefield of pre medical fears, and after the greatest of great battles, Survivors breathe a clear new breath of newly found air and look around with a great found gratioutous wonder.

Oh God, yes yes.

But the fear build up incrimentally, again, skipping generations until eightement thins into the vapor of middle crisis, Descartes’s should have known that the evil genious will deconstruct humanity into the being before the word!

Oh, what it took to exclude the middle, the gift before Prometheus in Paradise could argue de-Anima with Aristotles, benign animals prescribed cows ti the slaughter before opening their giant mammalian melons to babes in the wait.

Back be for the idea as word or word, the idea to plan ahead for God’s vengeance to be redeemed by his epic sacrifice of His Son.

That idea so laboriously delivered from the orifice of all that ever could be now to exams Honda redux by the vestiges of fear.

Elysian fields of eternal hope born in attica, the same mount Olympus that lead to the twilight, fear, redux, to evaporate even The Word, lest the sheeple grunt and retreat from unreal enemies.

Mistrust reducing civilizations into mechanically created soldiers born from the fragrant plants, AA the believe in their own unreality, forming andryginous characters of , mascading in eternally repeating patterns of heydey, as Proustian odours: now only the chic in fashion can?

No , remembrance, kick stadts that idea of labor list and regained. not merely expedient, necessary and fortious, that lingering doubt overcoming, HA!

Overcoming the fear not, for that pleasure will never taketh away the standing denial of the stand of a night.

That standard born millennia to Greek fire extinguished by the Three Witches, and they knew some, as Hamlet obfusquated toward that diminutive question, be not then, rather then be, so that those sins, be relegated to the hellish gates of the antichrist, where the white bleeping of peaceful herds of sheep will finally develop one, the blackest of the Black .

more fitting , less analogous question is wether Capitalism is any more dangerous then Socialism

But let’s see. Biden is old and rich. He has to play the game of the hypocrat, He must be middle of the road, otherwise he would go down like a lead, inauthentic balloon. But balloon becomes a baboon, like a liberated Bannon. There is some truth in the laws of syllogism and simile6, that cannot cover it’s tracks, enough so, that kids will exclaim that he is but a naked ape.

So the derange spreads into the very beginning of the cave, and the stronger of them is obliged to protect and support his own ilk.

Now this took place when The Word was not out yet, Bout what is The Good, The Wise, and the Beautiful. In fact, it is, as if what was, will eventually have to reset, into what it should and must be.

So the middle had to be included, and the logarithmic beat of life had to return to binary uncertainty.

Guess that’s the way we like ut, the big bettors want to win big, they up the ante, the billions of babe fed innocence as weighed against the essence of a haute qualitas, the essence of which would drive masses into delirium.

Is Biden dangerous? Ill est dangerous.!

outwardly pleasant, but inwardly aware of the trappings of immense international power, hiding a latency to scuttle a thousand ships and butcher enemies by the millions, all in guise of harboring the sacred idol of democracy.

The person is an indiginous counter sign to himself, a mirror within reflecting good intensions,

International socialism is really a misnomer, covering a basic, instinctual will to overcome the periphery, the subtle nuance of hiding and seek of mutual flaggalation. It has never been different, at least not in kind.
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Bravo the revolution of The Internationale!

PS: I just want to go home, and feed on a balanced diet, until a new haven can be developed somewhere , in the eternities of space.

New poem, nothing to do with the last one but inspired nevertheless a want for audience:

In the dead
Of the night
As the panes roll Dow the drops,

In that dead of dullness, sought a partner in crime.

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Winds flapping, beating the monkett, want to tear it’s eyes out,
The ridiculous without the mundane

Once not hashed outsought you and you no where were

Were you?There?

3

No no no by all means Rudolf Valentino was once a busboy in the old Alexandria hotel where even Harding supped, as most recently described.

John Fonte

Blind as a bat but he was from ancient Italy

Now one thing leads, to another, follows that John Fonte was blind. Blind as a bat. .

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In that cold heartless dead of night.
caution that could turn the pan into a cauldron’ couldn-stop him.

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But actually you could head a pin drop, a little autistik kid could even unheard it not.

No . no he could not, but contrary to all disaffectations , later, very later, perhaps in a dream he could.

AND Did He. Why , did he ever. And behind unimaginable lore of pornigraphic proportions.

This fiend learned me , no me learned ,but somehow got away.:

No buggy deal, only HUGE vaporous lefting inside left cavity of upper torso.-all in vain foreign dialecticallu private language notwithstanding

Saint Germain

“What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets!” - Count Dracula, Castlevania: Symphony of the Night

Vampires, by common folk, are known as the absolute masters of the night. They are powerful, Violent, and terrifying beyond measure. Despite that, one of the defining traits of the master vampire is his unfailing ability to draw others to him, to bind them to his service, and to subjugate them with his awe."

"Jacques St. Germain, The Infamous Louisiana Vampire

Flawless skin that never seems to age. Eyes that pierce into your soul. Never hungry, but always thirsty. Powerfully charming, yet peculiar. They draw you in with their fascinating stories and hypnotic voices; but you can’t help but think something seems a little strange.

But you go anyway, down into the depths of their dark, eerie palace where their “treasures” lie, only to realize that you are their next pawn. You clench all of your muscles as chills run down your spine.

Someone’s thirsty.

As they flash their crooked smile and you see teeth sharp as a knife, you know you’ve found yourself in the midst of a monster you’ve only heard about in books."

Often his attempts at self-defense begin with collisions between the hypersexual and the demonic, for such extremities easily confront fear as in “Metamorphoses of the Vampire.” Looking at this poem has the obvious advantage of a familiar, folkloric subject matter but, moreover, it shows the nervously decadent ways the …

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