What would Sylvia think of a vampire father, serial murderer, joyful s*x fiend?
There has to be a limit to hedonism for if there is not, time will be reduced to a pinhead. Perhaps the elders are descendents of Michelangelo. Blood frescoes of a demeaned spirit. Fester is a hunky-dory kind of dude. He has pitiful, blood-stained teeth like a connoisseur of deep pain. But is this enough to explain them?
I have hardly described them at all. There was a boy whom they sexually defiled and sucked the blood from. I know this must be disgusting to you. I am shocked, yes. I am disgusted. My god is defiled. But I accept them and I now accept my mother. It is Sylvia I am estranged from. She is undead and has no desire. She walks naked like a fairy. Plus she is wrapped in f*****g plastic. I tell her t
