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Korrekt
Korrekt
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Tell me about Silverstone
7/1/2025, 6:29:15 AM
My Peckerwood friend - name of J.B. - had a horrific upbringing. Heroin addict, career criminal parents, in and out of foster homes and Juvenile Hall, all of that. He straightened out in his 20s and worked his way through college as a grave digger in Waukegan Illinois. J.B. came to hate the smell of flowers - on grounds that decaying flowers, co-mingling with the sickly-sweet odor of formaldehyde and embalming fluid and decay - got stuck in his nostrils, as he described it. He said that it smelled like his Mother and Father’s house.
He told me he smelled, ‘‘death’’ on me.
He said, ‘‘I love you, Thomas - and I pray you survive this. But I cannot have you in my home again’’.
He wasn’t cruel about it. I understood completely. I was a VAMPIRE - and VAMPIRES, like all real monsters, reek of death and Stygian horrors. There is nothing glamorous or pleasant or compelling about them. To host them in your house is like keeping dead things in the basement or a disused closet.
He told me he smelled, ‘‘death’’ on me.
He said, ‘‘I love you, Thomas - and I pray you survive this. But I cannot have you in my home again’’.
He wasn’t cruel about it. I understood completely. I was a VAMPIRE - and VAMPIRES, like all real monsters, reek of death and Stygian horrors. There is nothing glamorous or pleasant or compelling about them. To host them in your house is like keeping dead things in the basement or a disused closet.
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