<X> those ladies at the door with strange pamphlets and glazed eyes
<X> the water turning to poison extracted from the damned as they swing from ropes on every telephone pole
<Egg> an end to understand the front door being the climb up a tightly coiling ladder,
<Egg> were true, its followers would not try to speak of the suburbs weren't turning into vampires because the front porch and could not have dreams?
<X> that explains it all right. dreams cancel the poison, the spirit leaves the body as the mind recalls distorted memories of what the spirit saw as it fed, taking life from the very air around it