Somehow the night had passed--somehow in bitterness, in anguish. But it had passed.

Ernest's lips were parched and sleeplessness had left its trace in the black rings under the eyes, when the next morning he confronted Reginald in the studio.

What do you see, with camera in hand
Each pose of a memory, virtue and sin
Clicking thousands of times
For the one chance gaze of a time yet passed
Brushing golden hair, from star lined eyes
Lulling the beasts to slumber
Rise and fall, such titanic feasts
Soiled hands without the spectrum of light
Have you ever let another, hold the picture of you?
With every shot, each different angle
Not possible to capture such beauty
Crawl or Kneel, touch the lens
Fingers dipping into this soul each night

June 7, 2007 (11 News / Jason Whitely) -- Summertime is prime time for teens who like to while away the hours surfing the Web. But that led to big trouble for a Sugar Land girl who liked to hang out on a site called vampirefreaks.com.

July 23, 2008 (The Business Sheet / Hilary Lewis) -- HBO is trying an unconventional ad campaign to drum up interest for Six Feet Under creator Alan Ball's new vampire series True Blood. Specifically, they're using outdoor ads and vending machines schilling a bottled drink called Tru Blood.

do not ever eat the bird
their wings tap furiously against
the ribbed vault of thy palate
do not swallow the incarnated freedom
do not dare to awake me
i do not belong to the sun-worshipping tribe
no! do not feel sorry
i am happier that way

nadja
February 25, 2002