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.)
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Posted by Camilla at Wed Oct 26 2005 15:43
People have been suspecting that of me for a long time, but I think it's because I'm really pale and wear black and work at nights.
Posted by anonymous at Thu Oct 27 2005 11:09
My daughter thinks that of me, too, because I move so slowly and don't show much emotion when she gets frustrated at me for a lot of reasons. She will be better off once I kick off this mortal coil, as long as she can support her kids. She is not well and she considers herself the living dead, too. You seem to have some company, at least in spirit if not in the harsh reality you face. Marianne