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There was a man living in the town. He was a stranger, far more strange to the Mediterranean world than any vampire. And please know that as a Spanish Jew (at least in my mortal form) this world was fundamental to my very being. I met him at an evening symposium, a dinner and intellectual get together for gentlemen. Please know I used my Spanish name, Tomas de Macabea, to avoid the Inquisition. Agents of that fearsome organization were quite adept at vampire catching. Those of you familiar with the elferina, Marianne's sojourn in the Fortress of Lead, recounted in Vampire Wonderland - Marianne In Britches know this. The rest of you can Google Vampire Wonderland by Billy Kravitz Marianne In Britches for countless points of access. I use the name of my twenty first century 'familiar' for convenience.
Six of us attended that symposium
Six of us attended that symposium
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Eyes are the window to ones soul. Mayan times the bigger the reflective light ypu had the higher up in the temple one got to sit. In those days outside of mud make up and thatched clothes made from leaves were the only thing that set each apart. AH! But alas the error of man to want to unearth such precious glimmering light strikers was the truest way to God's temple. Not only did one get to sit high on a temple top, but they massacre was to chop off the lesser persons head and watch as it rolled 100 to 10,000 steps. Blood spirting, dripping leaking from the freshly cut veins of the neck and head. Lesser God's marveled as the eyes rolled in unison to the thump thump splat smack with each step it rolled down onto. Their beliefs at the time were that they were fertalizing the crops but in fact were poisoning the crops, the dirt and ruining their own lands for centuries to follow. With being a vampire you just have to bite once and feast for another 100 hundred years. But being a vampire is no poor mans game nor is it for the wealthy. Baubels of fancy nature adorning them throughout history? Never. Why treasure an item if it brings no one any joy? Discardrd like the bodies used to reincarnate the vampire as I have said is no eady task. Think me wrong? Ok. You have yours. I'll have ours. LoL! Life without humor is like breathing without lungs. You need it. Gotta have it. To laugh again, not an easy task to accomplish. I leave you to chuckle silently. Humor really is the best medicine.
times the bigger the reflective light ypu had the higher up in the temple one got to sit. In those days outside of mud make up and thatched clothes made from leaves were the only thing that set each apart. AH! But alas the error of man to want to unearth such precious glimmering light strikers was the truest way to God's temple. Not only did one get to sit high on a temple top, but they massacre was to chop off the lesser persons head and watch as it rolled 100 to 10,000 steps. Blood spirting, dripping leaking from the freshly cut veins of the neck and head. Lesser God's marveled as the eyes rolled in unison to the thump thump splat smack with each step it rolled down onto. Their beliefs at the time were that they were fertalizing the crops but in fact were poisoning the crops, the dirt and ruining their own lands for centuries to follow. With being a vampire you just have to bite once and feast for another 100 hundred years. But being a vampire is no poor mans game nor is it for the wealthy. Baubels of fancy nature adorning them throughout history? Never. Why treasure an item if it brings no one any joy? Discardrd like the bodies used to reincarnate the vampire as I have said is no eady task. Think me wrong? Ok. You have yours. I'll have ours. LoL! Life without humor is like breathing without lungs. You need it. Gotta have it. To laugh again, not an easy task to accomplish. I leave you to chuckle silently. Humor really is the best medicine.
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