I think that I really am a member of the Undead. I'm not really alive--can't do half the stuff live people do. I don't seem to be able to die. I just go on and on in a no-person's land, and deadly poison is circulating in my blood. If I bite you, you too will fall to this dreadful disease. Vampyre.
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(2) Tue Oct 25 2005 17:10 "Cast A Cold Eye on Life, On Death. Horseman, Pass By.":
(That's Yeats, in case the attribution police are snuffling around.)