These are all mere ideas. Vampires secretly desire a stake pounded into their hearts. Lethal injection would be the best way to go. Acid in the veins. A skin-crawling orgasm makes you arch the neck. You can claim in the dock Manson created you. (That's Charles and no pretender).
These are ideas about flesh.
About the body manifest. The body's failings and resurgences, the body as useless clay, casing for an immortal soul. Ideal of the body turned in upon itself. The body as shadow. Flesh the ultimate image. Denial of sacrament.
The things that the hands can do. The hands can strangle and caress. The Saviour's hands, they tell us, bled. Delicate fingers pull triggers. Hands are wonderful implements for murder. Hands that seize and grasp and choke. This is why we have as our sacrament the body flaggelated and hung up. The sinewy arms outstretched. There is a strain of masochism in our old religion.
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