Nights like these
Yesterday I had to out-sleep my Kater. Too much alcohol is not good also for a Vampir. It is not to be expected however that I will die at an alcoholic poisoning. Anyhow I overslept the whole evening of yesterday smoothly. As I finally from my coma awaked, went into few hours already the sun. I could not go any longer to much raus. Thus I decided to spend the night in the house and hear old records. Thus the hard tones penetrated from Havy Metal by the house. I love this music. Sparky verkroch itself in its Hundekörbchen and saw themselves somewhat annoyed on. The music obviously did not please him. The head roared to me still from the night before, but that disturbed me little. Although I must admit that I should myself have selected a better victim. But this night ran simply beschissen. It the autumn happens now there, becomes the nights again pleasantly longer. I left myself thus somewhat more time with going out than otherwise. When I wanted to dress myself, me on that my favourite shirt fell was damaged. Also the going skirt, because I since the French revolution carried, fell apart. I had to separate with a heavy heart from these memories. Thus I threw these favourite articles of clothing into the garbage. In the city I by the taverns and Discotheken pulled on the search for a beautiful sip blood. But somehow was the worm in it. The first Mrs., who I wanted to entice, reacted to gene FFS and was not to be affected. Second was full on Cocain. Eklig. I hate full-roared victims. Finally the hours became preciously and I had to hurry. A Zuhälter resisted my Hypnose likewise and shot themselves down. That hurt nevertheless quite. When I came up again, was he away. Thus only the bum remained for me around the corner. That did not refuse, when I sucked him the blood from the veins. However was full with cheap Fusel. And practice-carries also on a Vampir. Its blood rasste through means bodies and flowed a wohlige warmth, which did not only come alone from the life of the man. It was rather the alcohol. And leaves traces. I drove around drunk home back and lallte. Sparky was surprised at it. Then I fell tiredly to bed and slept through. There are nights like these, there should one rather in bed remain. Also as Vampir.
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