I must say that I am quite amused yet again by all this darkly romantic sighing and fantasizing over vampires. Y'all do realize that you are their source of food, right!?! Reminds me of a famous book ...
***Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy*** {flashback}
Remember the restaurant at the end of the universe and the creature they brought out to their table that had been force feeding itself for months and was giving recommendations of what parts of it they would enjoy eating. That is every single one of you that find vampires romantic.
Let me put it another way:
It's like having a swimming pool in your backyard that you have filled full of leaches and are inviting people over for a pool party. No lonely teen girl, regardless of how gothic she thinks she is, is gonna do any romantic swooning over your pool o' wriggly leeches. She is gonna go running and screaming straight to the nearest police station. Then end up spending at least several days in a psych ward getting calmed down.
That is what happens when you rationalize fantasy into the real world. Turns out to be not quite as pleasant. Hopefully y'all are thinking now and have caught the point. ;)
(Afterthoughts)
This one I had actually scribbled down on paper first about a week ago right before going off to the plasma center to earn some money, hmmmmm.
6 comments:
Good point. Er.. points.
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chrissie
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Weeding your eyebrows in the twilight?
Caroline XXX
Oh! You must have never seen Count Dracula, played by Louis Jourdan. When he sucked your blood, it was like having the sex to die for!
Melissa XX
But what if the leeches sparkled? ;-)
I recommend showing Twilight fans something like Near Dark, Let The Right One In, or 30 Days of Night.
And sometimes a cigar isn't just a cigar. It's not a new revelation that the vampire myth is a metaphorically sexual one. A creature that lives in the shadows and is compelled to feed on our essence. They can not live without us, their hunger gives them power to control us,they are dead inside and we give them life everlasting, they inflict pain and suffering as they taste our very souls, a deeper connection than we ever imagined, they leave us drained and tormented. If ever it was only a cigar then Bram would be long forgotten.
It probably says a lot about me that I initially read Count Dracula as Count Duckula which as I recall wasn't big on the whole sex and abstenance many vampire stories have.
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