The Vampire Texts 12.06.18 12:01:03 to 12:02:31

he munches the blood, gobbles up the heart. a poet, put your belt, don’t strike down the others
are just as lonely in the heart. therefore be alive, be happy of your live life, when my father disappeared. dear, let the fear anoint my body that, after a point, full of love sniffed the mouldballs
real inebriation has not come. you think i do not know how sweet.