(Armand would certainly not approve of eating four people with Lestat.)
Screams of terror aren't wholly new. Daniel has, so far, preferred to just kind of get it overwith, and so this production is interesting— Relax doesn't hold indefinitely, a little burst of inspired power isn't comparable to real finesse and 500 years of skill, no matter how directly inherited. The man of the house, Mr Relax, frantically pushed up and goes to his girlfriend, adrenaline (and just a little bit of amphetamine) helping him surge past the pain of a badly fucked up ankle.
But he's uneven. Unsteady. Daniel grabbing him by the back of the neck doesn't help. Hands fail, trying to go to her, trying to send a haymaker towards the stunningly strong grandpa who exerts no effort to pull him backwards and towards the sofa? Maybe not the one with his dead friend on it. Floor, maybe. They have a kitschy rug. It ties the room together.
I know the pieces fit, says the stereo. There's a couple stickers on it, practically an antique now, probably bought in 1995, retrofitted for the USB port. One sticker reads I DON'T OFTEN LISTEN TO RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE... BUT WHEN I DO, SO DO MY NEIGHBORS!
Relax is yelling something. Daniel can hear it, but he chooses not to really listen. He's given up trying to fight, instead just reaching for his girlfriend. Daniel shoves him down to his knees.
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Screams of terror aren't wholly new. Daniel has, so far, preferred to just kind of get it overwith, and so this production is interesting— Relax doesn't hold indefinitely, a little burst of inspired power isn't comparable to real finesse and 500 years of skill, no matter how directly inherited. The man of the house, Mr Relax, frantically pushed up and goes to his girlfriend, adrenaline (and just a little bit of amphetamine) helping him surge past the pain of a badly fucked up ankle.
But he's uneven. Unsteady. Daniel grabbing him by the back of the neck doesn't help. Hands fail, trying to go to her, trying to send a haymaker towards the stunningly strong grandpa who exerts no effort to pull him backwards and towards the sofa? Maybe not the one with his dead friend on it. Floor, maybe. They have a kitschy rug. It ties the room together.
I know the pieces fit, says the stereo. There's a couple stickers on it, practically an antique now, probably bought in 1995, retrofitted for the USB port. One sticker reads I DON'T OFTEN LISTEN TO RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE... BUT WHEN I DO, SO DO MY NEIGHBORS!
Relax is yelling something. Daniel can hear it, but he chooses not to really listen. He's given up trying to fight, instead just reaching for his girlfriend. Daniel shoves him down to his knees.