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Here’s a Sample From
Prescient Remembrance: Dialogue of a Vampire
lying high up in the mountains, where is brewed the thunder and in fair weather the dragon sleeps. Ours is not a lot to be feared. The dragon is a necessary beast immeasurably deep. juvenilis puerilis vanitas ostentatio jactatio
Feel Your Prescience
Feel your safety on your holy ground. Suckle on the myth of your goodness in those cruciform places you hold sacred, while I suckle on the rest of humanity. We do not follow you to those places as we cannot do those things which are conquerable, and simply cannot bear those places where you sing. Those places do not protect you. Enslaved gargoyles, traitors to us lest their unknowing feet entrained in those stone shoes that you fashioned, and an occasional bellringer stroking them as they drone high above your path, where the wind is stronger than the scent of your life, keep us circling above, intent on your storied portals, those lists of the best tasting among you. Angels. You misname them. They are simply prettier to you than their gargoyle siblings held down by those enslaving prison-shoes of stone that you call cathedrals. You should know, there have been sly ones among you. Those tricky Nassenes for instance, knowing that in our vanity we will not touch our young, as we, too, find them abominable, stole away with nine of them, worshipping them as they grew, carrot-leading them: You are perfect as you are . . . Grow strong not beautiful . . . Help keep us safe . . . Up there you can see eternity. Live up there . . . Turn to stone, it is strong . . . Ignorant of their heritage, of their eventual grace and stealth and eternity, they were taught to perceive a strength and power in your piles of stone conveniently shaped. Behold Us! We are strong and beautiful. Can you resist us? Gaze into our eyes and see inside your universe. Touch our skin of winter, and feel the heat of your passion pulsing in the silence of our bodies. Peeking through the wonder piquing, can you resist us, knowing that all we want is simply your entire life for just a moment? Your silent guardians sometimes stir inside their stoney sleep still unborn into a life where they would eventually die into their own eternity. They lie dormant far above you, and nightly we circle. Nightly the bell-ringer. Nightly they stir far above you. It is not fire or lightning that occasionally rips the towers from your cathedrals. Keep eating your garlic. We will help you stop sinning more quickly if you are spiced up a bit.
tempus dies aevum saeculum otium hora in praesentia siquando spaientiae nostrum tempestivus
Who is to free the prisoners when sand sleeps in the eternity of the tilted hourglass?
futilis frivolus vanus futilitas
Memory fascinates her clock each night with innocence and a stake, while the potent scent of predatorial bliss that permeates the air each dusk, sends this lionesse back over the horizon, sending her away from this sleeping cobra, never staking as we are each others’ claim... Sends this lionesse back over the horizon to sleep each night just before I wake. How many centuries will this go on?
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