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I think I spotted a pair of vampires just now, in Manhattan's very own mall, of all places. The woman was platinum blond, very tall, fortyish, perhaps Swedish. The man was raven-haired and dark-skinned, very tall, fiftyish, perhaps Turkish. He had these monstrously thick eyebrows & his hair went down to the middle of his back. They were both wearing black from head to toe; she in fur, he in leather. They were sort of hot, like an older, vice-versa version of Spike and Drusilla. I followed them out of Sephora; even with matching black and white checkered shopping bags dangling from their bloodless fingers, they had this presence.
I don't know that their fingers were actually bloodless, but I like to imagine they were.
Yeah, they had to be vampires. Either that or intercontinental cannibals, making a pit stop for cosmetics to pretty up their next corpse.
It got me thinking, on the walk back to work, about the goth look. Everybody makes fun of goths because they are ridiculous, & they are, but if you are lucky enough to see a beautiful girl working the goth look you will agree that it looks fucking amazing. Obviously, a beautiful girl can work whatever look she damn well pleases, but what I don't understand is why fat, pale, ugly, pimply, or otherwise unsuitable people feel like they are the ones who should be donning corsets & fishnets & blood red nail varnish & leather & liquid eyeliner & the whole nine. It doesn't make sense when you think about it. If people would just THINK about things for five seconds, BEFORE walking out the door in that cape & Elvira wig, then the world would be SUCH a lovelier place to live in.
& I am going to post a picture of Spike after all. It's a big one, but he really deserves it.