A New Reciprocity newsletter arrived for the Mother.
It said,
Happy January everyone! Finally, my first new letter for the New Year! I think, that what we all need to focus on is the existence of Vampires, Humans, vampires becoming humans, humans becoming vampires, and us, dying by the thousands of Covid. And we never hear them say, I was sexually compared, bit somebody. Like none of them ever say this. You know why. Why? "My Philosophy just evolved, evolving my philosophy to evolve; that is why it is the King to have acted on what no one else would. I want a New Reciprocity with Vampires and Humans.
A new reciprocity between Vampires and Humans. It will be Vampire's Delight. I am, as you all know, human. Why would we associate with vampires? Think of your headdreams. Think of your heartdreams. Now tell me, do your headdreams really matter? You know your heartdreams matter more and that you have so many of them fulfilled and unfulfilled. Vampires go in our heartdreams. They have the nicest teeth.
They want a New Reciprocity too.
That is why they go in our heartdreams.
Partially, I have many heartdreams with Vampires in a New Reciprocity with me. How? I am optimistic we can help them, and that they can help us.
Glo into your New Year with an eye out for Vampires. Give them a New Reciprocity when you see them. Tell them lore. Ask if they like vampires.
This is how we can make a difference in Recreation."
The woman disagreed about vampires being attractive. Think about it, she thought, they drink blood and vampires don't have blood they have to get it from humans. And so if you sexually bit somebody as a vampire it would not be the same species as you because you would need to drink their human blood when you are a vampire. Vampires are worthy of respect because it's not that they can drink each others' blood, and so they need to sexually bite other species in order to reproduce themselves. And they accomplish it, how? Like some metaphor for advanced technology that can replicate humans into other species. Humans merging with other species or other species merging with humans. But they would not be humans. They would be vampires, why? Had they evolved out of being human? Or was it a disease? What was worse, though, and everybody knew, Ohhgunnhisthths. These time-snatching demons that stalk the ether highways of thoughtful currents' and dressed to the nines.
They will approach you and give you none of your time but give you all of their time. And you can feel it. But you can't say why. So you say nothing, like you're supposed to. And they could silence you when they want. They do. You cannot say anything anymore but they will make you laugh, internally, and so doing, unable to emit a sound, you will pee your pants. To the horror of everybody, who will find out because that ohhgunnhisthth is such a bitch. And you will be humiliated. And they won't care. You will be able to tell precisely that they don't care. And if they did care they wouldn't be Ohhgunnhisthth.
They infect offices all over the globe, cornering people in their cells. Individual cubicles. Like pillow talkers. We can't decide whether they are gay or not, and we need to because we are in the modern era of feminism.
The thought zaps out of your mind.
They can delete thoughts, if they so wish.
Clean your memory? Probably not. And since we are in the modern era of feminism we know it is okay for a woman to be sexual all the time. And since I'm gay, I can't. That's not right. But I can choose whether to be sexual or not at any time. And so I am free, but not in front of men. It's not my fault; I just never have been able to.
As a man not speaking sexually to men all the time I feel like an object; because there is no opportunity in public for me to do so and I have experienced that opportunity but there is not enough of it to fill my life completely.
Of course some women are men, and so doubles the opportunity that we speak to them without knowing it. And some men are doubles of this in feminine logic to men. And not women.
So I have a need for a New Reciprocity with Women because I never want them sexually at all and I need them to know I'm not the guy at the office speaking to them sexually all the time because I'm some perverted heterosexual . . . I am speaking that way because I reserve the right to sexual pleasure with myself at any time and if my actions allow it in front of other people I will do this on my own without their help at all. Sexual pleasure feeds the soul. We are always thinking about other people and so sexual pleasure can feed the soul at any time. When gay people do it, it's not evil.
It can be tolerated in an office workplace.
We're all just adjusting following this rule.
Ohhgunnhisth,
Ohhgunnhisth,
gloing bright, whose teeth fangs are right. Should you be needing to bite down on your pallet, they will do it for you. From meters away. Or up close. Or;
A bright light appeared across the narrator's face.
He carried no staff.
But drew with light.
When I move, my glo is imperiled.
But I cannot stop moving.
There is evil in this world. But Canadian fairies' faces are the brightest and shout the lowest to anybody to draw them in. Fairies expect evil to end in this world.
They exist on every continent and in every country.
But so do the demons.
More being evil as a demon is not evil. What would you expect them to do?
They can't change what they are. Or can they? Give them a chance, is all I'm saying. When we sympathize, think of them. When you sympathize for your own life, think of them. When you sympathize for our lives' think of them. The sympathy will go a long way to empathize for all civilisations.
Vampires can breathe in outer space. That's because they don't breathe, you see. You've already thought of how they may move. But it's not enough to keep them here. On Earth. We're losing many of them to global politics.
Communications of an ohhgunnhisthth on Recreation for a Vampire leaving the solar system: Memories of the world being flat: it will tame you to hear I will be staying on Earth, and I invite you to reconsider, that you come back to me, for I have fallen into the mountainous melancholy of one's life and wish no more to feed upon humanity. The blood I bring home, you can have all of it, when you lick it from my body.
The Vampire was so shocked at this statement he said his farewells to the Milky Way and then took his last movements across the threshold into another galaxy.
Such was not the power of the Ohhgunnhisthth over the Vampire. For that was why he fed too often; she, in comparison, was starving. The power of the Ohhgunnhisthth over the Vampire was that he sacrificed to aural effects every time he spoke their name off completely.
There's always something double about an ohggunnhisthth. Why, they hold all the clout finally in need of succour to be the opposite of it.
The economic function of Capitalism is to distribute the most nameable pleasure to as wide a customer base as possible. It is not always a success story. But a business owned by Ohhgunnhisthth, it could do well, for they provide a service; Biting one another without touching.
A metaphor for non-corporeal sex.
How do you legislate Intellectual Property however?
I think its sweet to be an ohhgunnhisthth. This intentional possession of me, Sweet.
My fairy lover.
Succulence.
A fairy with my ohhgunnhisthth.
I'll take a pixie.
I'll take a radio fly.
Devour these as gods.
Cruelty, Animacy.
Animacy is cruelty.
Cruelty to Axolotls.
Animal Werewolf, be my temper.
Vampire, be my Middle.
Robotic pet.
Underwater floofster.
Dialect of fish.
Auxiliary verb.
External gills.
Very considerably, it might happen like this.
Glo in absence. Glo in presence.
Glo as originator.
But not for, the words from a flaming tire; as though a snake of gasoline had burdened!
Brüt.
Round object!
A broken rhyme.
Two-and-you, anti-hero!
Hours later, rising from the mosaic, went separate ways these worst ohhgunnhisthths' bodies', clothed in the most critic of stuck-up artists, carnival characters, splay-footed, spiritual. To be returned large-minded. Small farmed. Eventually. Not now. Into the night I steal, ohhgunnhisthth. Utilizable.
Emptying my stomach into a whoop-de-do.
There are lights on in this country everywhere. For us to meet. To turn our day into night. To turn our whine/wine into water.
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