Monster Maintainance

Classic is the genre I seek to attain today, but my words rest with a vixen population of miscreants and theives. Classic monsters lurk and protrude from my identity. Lacidaisical moments pass as I relate to patrician population. I find vampiric silent rage, and werewolfery is aggressive and infinite its consumption. I should preface these states of irate with the undertone of the imaginal on my thought processes. I see all monsters as normal humans, but far away today. Love is an imagery that each vampire does differently. Fair maiden is me, but I relate mono e mono with these entities when I need to. I slay with poetry, and I concentrate on normality with artistry. Many walk away wasted and in dismay. Evil does rule the day. I speak of a way, but I am not verbose. My methods are intutive. I listen and then read a mind state back to an entity. Interesting is maintained by the monster remaining silent in fatigue, diress, and tumult. I then snap upon the key directly, verbally, and then he has dignity. Vampiric nation is all caucasian. I work to keep it that way. Imagery is not reality. For some it is about to be. I play Mozart for the aristocrisy today. Mellow hounds get in the way.