There are quite a lot of things that come to mind when walking through New York City. Metropolitan chaos, arson, butter churning, thick air, and of course, squirrel muzzling. But if there is one thing that today's march through this city that never sleeps has impressed upon me, it is vampirism.
To my left, the epic and often gothic skyline of New York City, hiding under a grand quilt of cloud, soft and billowing, yet heavy and dark. To my right, translucent clouds of pink and pinker, corseting the sun, and smurf-blue skies peaking out from behind. My head suffers a constant beat that rivals eminem's newest baseline, while light assaults my senses, driving dull plungers into my sockets and probing my... eye-to-brain-connecty-tendons. I want a cape to wrap myself up in, to kill all the light and save my skin from smoldering underneath the harsh and Godly waves.
Luckily, not a block a way from my apartment is a nice little shop called Vampire Freaks, where any blood-sucker can find all the essentials.
Mucus is dripping down my nose, rain pours through city gutters, people scowl at their sloshy shoes.
Today is just a different view of the city. Not one from an ambitious country mouse, but from a lecherous ghoul.
True Blood will premiere in a few nights. I'll be in my coffin until then.
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