Fangs. Literally.
Marty. What A Guy.
Marty;;
A different preception, a different view.
A car, a speeding car.
No hands.
To the woods we go.
Fellow vampires. They are the same. No matter how different they all may seem.
The difference is of the outside, the inside is just the same. Just like those black eyes I've been talking about.
They can chat endlessly in a checkout lane. Those vampires--They can. But no matter how deep they get through a conversation, one takes a step forward, five back out, and soon the story zigzags into something new.
Quote on quote, drunken sailors spending their money. They're useless. Or rather priceless. They may pick up background, subplots, but do they get to a point? Of course not. The punch line? Frequently not. They'll either get to one or the other, maybe even forget both along the way. And then nothing.
A different preception, a different view.
A car, a speeding car.
No hands.
To the woods we go.
Fellow vampires. They are the same. No matter how different they all may seem.
The difference is of the outside, the inside is just the same. Just like those black eyes I've been talking about.
They can chat endlessly in a checkout lane. Those vampires--They can. But no matter how deep they get through a conversation, one takes a step forward, five back out, and soon the story zigzags into something new.
Quote on quote, drunken sailors spending their money. They're useless. Or rather priceless. They may pick up background, subplots, but do they get to a point? Of course not. The punch line? Frequently not. They'll either get to one or the other, maybe even forget both along the way. And then nothing.