Again.

It happened again.

Opening the mail box.

Letters.

Dumb questions.

Blabla, useless useless, blabla.

"Why, Lestat? What, Lestat? Who, Lestat?"

No challenge.

No spark.

NO-THING.

Seriously.

Reading this dying blog leads just to pointless questions?

Oh. Wait.

Juicy topics from ANONYMOUS readers too.

Frankly?

Depressing.

I should start giving around my twitter account.

THAT would be newsworthy.

And, likely, cause of infarct for my Beautiful One.

Not that it would kill him, anyway.

And, please, now don't start a fucking "The Vapire Lestat would never use Twitter thus you aren't Lestat" campaign, because YES, I AM A REAL VAMPIRE and YES, I AM THE ONE AND ONLY LESTAT. But the fact that I'm around from more that 250 years doesn't mean that I'm stuck at the end of 1700. I am a man of today. A Vampire of today, if you want. And, honestly, a WONDERFUL one.

Ah.

And don't ask me why I'm writing in English now.

If you were a NightIsland user, you perfectly know already why I was used to write in Italian.

Since NI is dead, I can't find a reason not to write in any litterary form I want to.