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I’ll share this here so someone else may use it. My best nights have begun at Starbucks.
It is a night of dark desire, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their loneliness. The ethereal one
awakes.
Mist shrouds her stalking form,
a timeless wanting.
Her midnight hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
vitae streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of ecstasy,
I rise.
The misty moon seems to soak up my sorrow.Vampyres suck !!!!!
OMG – this is some funny shit. While I am nowhere NEAR the obsessive, apparently brainless Cougars being portrayed here, I have to admit that I am guilty of being a Twilight Fan & a Cougar…though anyone who falls for the “My mom’s Subaru Outback is in the parking lot…” line is probably to be more feared than the person saying it. Keep writing, Phoenix! I think you’re awesome w/o even knowing you…in a strictly platonic way, that is. 😉
Omg! Josh you came to portland and found a day job!