in prior times this would have been called a salon

an exchange
for 2 interlocutors

> : I confess that it's so bro I can't even finish it
just like most him 'novels'
- : same here
I tried to read it in high school and got so bored
i didn't yet realize it was EWWWW FOR DUDES
> : and I picture most of the characters as crusties
a la them what stand at esplanade and claiborne and spange
- : hahahahahahahahaha yeah
TOTALLY
> : and deep in my head a crabby man in a rocking chair says 'get a damn job ya sorry bum'
but I think some of kerouac's personae crustamatae were following jobs anyhow
- : hahahahahahahahhahaha
that man sounds muddy mudskipper in my mind
i just found it unbearably boring. i didn't get the characters at all.
"and then we got drunk and fucked some bitches in a new town. something america. the end." - my brief summarization of On the Road.
> : I tried reading satori in paris or whatever
and it was like
tu passes tout le jour dans le maudite beauty parlor
which was slightly better than
'git drunk fuk bitchez'
- : hahahahahaha
> : but even so I couldn't tolerate it, and stomped it on the floor at aunt tiki's
to no one's horror.
- : HAHAHAHAHAHAH! TO NO ONE'S HORROR!
i just don't understand american masculinity. i think the less i understand it, the better.
sometimes it seems like the more i understand, the less interested i am in actually having sex with men, so you know, i'm okay with just letting it be this thing i don't want to know the particulars of
> : strangely, it's got a line of 'naked ancient greeks at the gymnasium being sods' to it
which is strange to think about
but this is why no one should read ancient greek plays
it's like 'hmmm damn 3000 years ain't shit changed'
- : i think kerouac was a totally closeted homo with a homophobic streak
> : uh, ya think?
didn't he schtup ginsberg?
or did I eat some bad acid
anyway he hung round with a buncha drugged up buttpirates so whatever
his cred is nil
- : HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
> : on that account, anyway
- : DRUGGED UP BUTT PIRATES
I AM DYING

whilst the dinosaurs roamed under second edition

an amazing goddess creature whom I call friend found this on craigslist, whilst entertaining herself in a familiar manner.

Vampyr that tried to take a bite out of us at Club Oz... - mw4mm - 99 (French Quarter, Club Oz)

You and your friend did not manage to stop us then, so what gives? You - a tall, medium caramel complected, African American vampyr with lovely ice blue eyes, and your companion was a medium height Hispanic male (if vampyr, he was new...) with short dark hair, a carefree attitude and had several strings of Mardi Gras beads around his neck. You and he separated myself and my dear friend, you going upstairs, he leading me into the dance floor. He strung some of those Mardi Gras beads around my neck and his, trying to keep me locked to him and dancing, so I would not be able to go to my friend. Yet, I broke free, got him, and we fled. You gave me a murderous stare when I retrieved my dear friend -- and that stare also held not just anger and hate, but recognition and a flicker of fear. We feel you both made a rather halfhearted attempt at reckless disposal of us. It seemed as if your hearts were not into it, though you did manage to put my dear friend and companion into a rather deep trance. I know someone, who has gone by the names Robert and John among others, and the internet alias Shadow782, that knows you and seemed a bit shocked that you had been sent to do the deed, as he rather likes you and seems to think you are fun-loving (yet at times a bit too wild...) most of the time. You knew us, alright... but why try to take us out? What purpose would that serve you, in particular?

Contact us if you dare... You have information we need, we have things you need. We may be able to come to an arrangement. Adieu for now, and merci beaucoups in advance...

here followed the commentary on ye auld Faicebooke, colour coded by commenter, myself in purp.

Clearly, True Blood has taken off where Anne Rice left us.

they have neglected to mention whether Shadow782 is AIM, Yahoo, ICQ, etc. -- otherwise, I should be pleased to have been put in a deep trance and rescued by the plucky lady herself.

I actually haven't heard anyone talk about "Vampyres" in New Orleans since Anne Rice left. P.S. Vampyre with a "y" is precisely as annoying as Womyn with "y"

You know, the BEST part of all this is that they're probably just HUGE DORKS doing an extended RPG version of Vampire: The Masquerade.*

(*PS how big of a dork am I for even knowing this exists?)

(A: Big. Huge.)

I have no idea what that is but it sounds complicated indeed. What if there is actually a 1000 year old vampYre taking his victims at Oz? That would be pretty awesome. I bet he has great clothes.

Hahahahaha. "VAMPIRE: THE MASQUERADE" is an extreeeeeemely dorky goth role-playing game. Think Dungeons & Dragons, but with sexy vampires instead of wizards, and from the 90s. I read this again and I'm actually now almost CERTAIN that's exactly what this was.

"Contact us if you dare ...." AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! What dangyre lurks b'neath thee surface, plucky damsel?!

God, that's tedious. So I'm going with REAL Vampyres eating people in gay bars. Listening to Rihanna remixes and eating lonely twenty something from Metry. That's my explanation.

I think I may know who these people are, oddly enough. . .

Well, not know them, but have seen them, in OZ... it has to be. They're like both maybe 18, if they don't have fake ids, because I would say younger--a fag and his hag--head to toe black, black flowing dresses for her, chain smoking. . . otherwise, all of us as teenagers. I cried when I saw them and mourned my wasting youth.

oh wow lady, you just pulled out V:tM.
brother, did you detect any 8, 12, or 20-sided dice on them?
if so, then this goes far beyond True Blood, oh yes. this is darkness on a pen-and-paper level of the Great Beneath.
my question is, when will the Lovecraft worshippers move in and claim Oz rightly in the name of the Deep Ones?