Blood Taxonomist: Frames Gin

Narrated time-capsule tell of a man's 'foray' into vampire-lifestyle 'consciousness' for wrought incomplete-distances to the leviathan/uncertainty of Earth-domain hats for (organic) religion.

Vampire diorama/fiction. Happy Weekend 

DISCLAIMER: This work of folklore/fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/interpretations/criticism).

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I had become a water bottle distribution hero to a struggling community in a war-zone outside the United States during my freelance journal work with mod-Earth domain 'troubles' in capitalism 'rhetoric' as a caring/activist Catholic from Boston-town. My name's Amlan Satan, and I'm a Slovak-Algerian Bostonian-Catholic immigrant/citizen of the American Homeland who embarked on what war once (originally) simple a life-sustenance 'consciousness' faerie-tale that descended into a dark fog about the ancient mystery of blood-immortals 'intuition' (of vampire life/lore/language/literature). Follow along, Selfie-like.

Vampires are like undead humanoids, drinkers of human-blood for pseudo-cannibalism 'oriented' immortality-consciousness for the absorption of that thick organic life-juice that makes for biophysical circulation and system(s)-fullness. To drink someone else's blood is to absorb another's spirit or biophysics 'being' of half-vitality! This was a contrast thought for me during my work distributing healthy-water bottles for life-oxygenation/sustenance in my self-assigned war-journal(s) zone of Hell (hmmm). I had thought only about water, that 'magic' crystal-clear element of hydration and sanity; and this changed when I met a stranger who claimed he boasted a mini-family 'force' in that land completely absorbed into vampire chemistry (for liberty from water/medicine). I was intrigued and followed this stranger (Mr. Drago) home. That's what this (secret) time-capsule retell concerns, friends. Follow along, Selfie-like.

DRAGO: These are my children (of day/night), Satan.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: They look unusual, with that eyeliner and pale-skin, Drago.

DRAGO: I was once a traveling/flying salesman...until I was once-bitten, ha.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: By a 'vampire' ('blood-immortal' humanoid), you claim, sir?

DRAGO: I felt my body-brain of water-dependent Earth mutated (blood-shine).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Water sustains all organic life; without it, no life, Drago!

DRAGO: You're idealistic, which is why I chose you, Satan (to write my tale).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I just distribute water-bottles to a 'troubles' domain, sir.

DRAGO: You see my children (of day/night) find you detective-funny, ha.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: What do you wish me to write, Drago (here)?

DRAGO: I will tell you (secret of blood-immortals)...is word of flying, Satan.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm art honored/humbled; I shall do my best (Selfie-like).

STORY_EXCERPT: "The once happy/innocent/jovial Euro-journal man/prince, Satan (from Algiers), now found himself deeply-eyeing an American Homeland sports 'universe' (college-football!) cheerleader, convinced her shadowy-silhouette in that mist-rich field one Autumn Saturday afternoon/evening invoked some detection of vampire (blood-immortals) presence he 'studied' after being 'converted' by that Euro-stranger (Drago) who revealed what made Earth organic life not just water-hopping...but blood-invisible 'phobic' (for design)."

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)