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Vampire Facelift
from Recovery Craft
by ilja_kibrik
Vampire Facelift
The seminar heads were arrayed on display, aloofly serene, with their eyes closed on worse places. You could sense belonging. In life, they had no idea they will find themselves in this rather contagious arrangement, watched over by women who are replicas of one another, with minor variations. They pirouetted, hovering like busy bees, syringe in hand, around the sallow foreheads, cheeks and lips, soon to be revitalized; glowing with the satisfied air of practice makes perfect.
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Night in the window, the clock full of chimes. Clouds and lightnings plot the overthrow of time.
The speculating star reader asks to avoid negative people this year. The medicine man talks of the positive ones with a wheezy whir.
This indoor life is full of reasons to carefully study Piranesi's prisons.
