[Filter: Private, Language: Portuguese]
In retrospect, I do not know why I was so scared and almost peed myself when Liliya said that I am in danger of dying. Since I have been young, I have been infatuated with death. Corpses... wreckage... to break your arm like this or to break a glass cup? Where is the difference?
Why am I quoting Tokyo Babylon.
When I was a young boy, my father often made me watch him enbalm the bodies. If I were still in Spain, and if all of my older brothers were to die mysteriously, the funeral home would be mine, after all. I still remember the embalming process. It is ingrained sensually into my skin like a tattoo. Like this tattoo on my neck... kjsadkasdja get it off
- Removal of all clothing/personal effects
- The corpse is washed in disinfectant and germicidal solutions
- During this process the embalmer bends, flexes and massages the arms and legs to relieve rigor mortis
- The eyes are posed using an eye cap that keeps them shut and in the proper expression
- The mouth may be closed via suturing with a needle and ligature, using an adhesive, or by setting a wire into the maxilla and mandible with a needle injector
- Injection of embalming chemicals into the blood vessels, usually via the right common carotid artery
- The suction of the internal fluids of the corpse and the injection of formaldehyde into body cavities
- The injection of embalming chemicals under the skin as needed with a hypodermic needle
I get tingly when I think about it. Those pale sightless eyes. The limp hands. The still, tired heart, never to beat again. If I die, that is how I will be. I will be beautiful. Oh yes.
Perhaps I should have never searched for vampires. Perhaps I ought to have become an embalmer like my mother, my father, my three older sisters, and my five older brothers.
... No. I must sample the sensual passions... the dimly lit bedrooms where the beds are fancy and have curtains... blood and pleasure and pain... and a beautiful vampire who will be my best friend in the whole world and wear lovely 18th century inspired clothing.
I miss my bed. I miss my books. I miss Aunt Jacinta. I miss her boyfriend who locked me into the bathroom for two days when I used his pants for extra fabric for a new cape. Why were his pants off anyways? Was he having sex with Aunt Jacinta?
...
Are Damon and I
dating
[Filter: Damon, Language: English]
Are we dating?
I want to go to an Italian restaurant with you and eat spaghetti from the same dish.