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I'm a mortician specializing in reconstructive embalming. Think of me as a plastic surgeon for the dead. As a vampire I am Always thirsty. I believe that a lawful bite is never worth a stolen one. And by the way, if you like my avatar pic, check out my portfolio. There are similar pictures there.

As I progress I will add a few of my own original thoughts, but for now, I shall leave you with my favorite poem by my favorite poet. I could do no better:


DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learned, too late, they grieved it on it's way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas