Because we’re just travelers, you and me. And the world needs us right now. So go shit your brains out. Lift up your leg like a Conquistador on an indigenous hut you’re marking for Queen Isabella and piss with dignity and thoroughness in a urinal sign-of-the-cross. Listen, I’m not landlord. You’re not tenant. We’re both just people in all of this.
Vampire immortality was like an endless and joyless summer for Joyce. She felt stuck. She needed a change of season. Birth, growth, reaping and death no longer cycled around a natural axis. The Earth spun without meaning. All this time to kill in a world made for mortal man dashed a vampire’s grit and determination to better herself and to improve the human condition.
The porn required he focus only on the image before him, willfully ignorant of what might follow. There was no past and no future; it was an oasis of flesh in this desert of a house.