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msfledermaus
You are Dracula. The original. The guy who started it all. Go you.
Find your inner vampire.
Blah blah*finger waggle* I condemn you..to eternal hunger and the taste....for blood....*grimaces and looks out moodily from the screen*
I thought I would at least be a Transylvanian concubine....You know what flows there like wine....*grin*
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Re:
Date: 2002-03-07 07:39 am (UTC)*too bad you're...TOM CRUISE!!!!*
*shrieks and giggles*
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Date: 2002-03-07 09:04 am (UTC)r-o-f-l
Date: 2002-03-07 07:52 am (UTC)Reminds me of a poem by John Berryman (excuse me while I look it up!)
Dream Song #14
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) 'Ever to confess you're bored
means you have no
Inner Reseources.' I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature.
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as achilles,
who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
Re: r-o-f-l
Date: 2002-03-07 08:25 am (UTC)Hahahaha!
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