But I don't wanna die now.
I could die now
But I really don't wanna.
I wanna live in this moment.
And enjoy the memories of the last several moments. And live in this moment. And enjoy the next moment.
Like this moment. And the next moment. Like this moment. And like the next moment. Like this one. Just like that. It's amore! Crimson and clover, over and over.
I'm your vampire. No one else's vampire. I'm the paranoid self-imposed exile projecting inner rejection on some perceived outside force (delusions of persecution based on real but random persecution from earlier decades), estranged from the consortium of individual vampires that scorn any collective, (us spiritually-weak collectivist self non-governers, from their Aristolean perspective), the winningest vampires, like the best kitten at being ugly on the internet.
I'm not one of them, the rugged individualists collective. I'm independent from them, indepence day is today, celebrate! Don't masturbate, now is not the time for narcissism, it's not empty, look not through the mirror but through the camera lense at her, or through the eyes, opening the mouth, independence day, year zero, irony is back, baby! Time for a twenty minute guitar solo, squeedly VS meedly, go meedly, meedly wins!
Are you ready for some ha jin?!
She's good to me, good for me. I'm good for her, reflect, project, an art, a song, ironic and not, a knot of sincerity, she's good with me, I'm in love with her and I feel fine.
I'm no one else's idea of a vampire, not conventionally vampiric enough. Not Count Chokula esque. Not counting things to muppets.
Get up and get down to Platonic solid energy and the earth, adoration is mandatory, she is adorable.
