Some night. -smiles-

Yes, I have some free time. More than I've had for a while anyhow, though in my life I never really know how long that will last. Thank you for the well wishes.

You beg me to ask the question of whether you imagine me and you know who to BE in bed with you? Ha. Well your words led me to ask that, so don't wag any fingers at me for being a bad boy - again. I didn't think the girl in your story was you, however, I think there is/was more of a subconscious play toward that end, and really, I don't see how you can't know that. Nice quote there, what a laugh it brought to me! As for the man in the Porsche? Ha! Interesting. I wonder if I have more than a few slick representatives out there in the world? Or maybe it was a bastard fledgling I'm unaware of? Hm, no.. I guess I'd have to be aware of it, wouldn't I? Well, who knows what I'm capable of, or for that matter, what I've inspired others to do in this lifetime. Sometimes, that's a disturbing thought.

Well sometimes it is more interesting to stay in the background and see what's going on around you, but then I always thought you had interesting things to say, so don't let yourself get too quiet.

You're funny. A little girl who loves vampires and wants to hug them. Others long for dark, sensual embraces, and you Cherie want hugs. Amusing, but here I am, for either I suppose, at least as much as this medium allows.

Thank you for the thoughts, and so far as my haunting you, I cannot offer an apology, for it is nothing I intend to do, or willingly put forth as some sort of energy. Perhaps it is just something now, something lofty and ethereal that even I find hard to capture with words, but then you and I have spoken on it briefly, haven't we? I talked to another last night about it, and aside from I fear making him too aware of whatever burgeoning wind of change I am sensing on the far horizon, I might have pushed him into sadness once more. Please understand, how I wish I could enlighten every one here to see that such emotions aren't my intent. There are things I'm experiencing and feeling that cannot be conveyed in words. My mood isn't sad, so no one should say it is, nor is it a "bad mood", as some have claimed. You will all just have to trust me that it is peaceful, if somber somewhat, I would say that, yes, peaceful and wise in an inexplicable way. So if I'm haunting anyone, I believe it IS that energy that I'm feeling, and my perceptions of the world of late. All I can do is offer myself to you here, for now, and hope that is enough.

Is this "drfrightslover" Kristy, or someone new? Well either way, it's nice to know I have the power to make your fingers stutter.

I think that "back in the day" as some would say, criminals and "evildoers" were easier to spot, though not necessarily all the time. In this day and age when mankind commits so many atrocities against one another, the common thug often goes unnoticed. Also, back then you have to understand that family was far more cohesive than it is now, and most people were home off the streets by dark. They didn't work 2 shifts, and have cell phones, and all what we have now. Given that, the people who were out on the street were fair game and easy pickings.

What do I think is the most amazing technological invention so far?

That's hard to say, because there is SO much. There are cars, appliances, nuclear energy, space exploration, medical breakthroughs, the Internet, computers themselves, cars, airline travel..

You have to think of all the time that has passed for our Family, and when you do, it will become clear to you how it is impossible to say one thing that is the most amazing. Technology moves so fast that what seemed impossible twenty years ago happens next week, and what was incurable 100 years ago, is non existent now. It all constantly amuses and amazes me, and I'm glad most of the time to live in the world with all of these marvels.

I suppose there are, for all of us, times when we feel outside of ourselves. It isn't really something I wish to recant again publicly, that time in the woods, in the snow... It is different while lost in the long retelling of it, the depth of my biographical work had to contain it, as part of who I am, but to pick at it here somehow doesn't seem right for me, so I will try to answer you more generally.

In that time, I felt somehow, almost out of my body with who I was in that instant, as well seeing all I'd ever been, to my mother, to my father, and to my brothers. I saw my vulnerability, my strength, my determination... I saw maybe soft portents of things to come in my life, all in the white swirling snow and the silence of death all around me.

What can I say beyond that without prostituting an instant that in my mind now, is irreplaceable, and vividly defining? I hope these meager words are enough to satisfy the question.

So I am now compared to your little sister hm? I hardly think my irritations are the same, if you're truthful.

The eternal love of life. The ebb and flow. You think this is what I'm alluding to these nights with all these lush and poetic ramblings? Perhaps that is it, in some way. It is.. yes, mortality, nature, humanity. It is all of that, but then it is something far more metaphysical and/or existential in nature, and as I've said here, it is at least at this point, even with my flair for words, inexplicable. Why is it important to nail down and label the "fire", or the ideology behind it after all. If it were as easy as sticking a label on it, I would do so and serve it up to all of you with a gourmet flair. For now, let's settle for the ambiance and the taste of the food, shall we?

Something just begs me to say, "Rosie Bordner took an axe and gave her mother 40 whacks, and when she saw what she had done, she gave her father 41."

Well, now that I've left you wondering, maybe with a smile, welcome to Minuo, and to this strange, diverse conversation we all share.

Don't fear dear girl. I have plenty to write about as you can see, plenty to occupy these old fingers when they'd be put to so many more pleasant uses. I'm sure when you think of something to say, they'll be ready once again.

Your words fill my mind, your voice beckons. I answered with pleasure.

Always you are so preciously hard on yourself. I'm beginning to think you are related to Louis, you know?

I think though Cherie, that you may need to take some time away from here, and from me, even as much as it may pain you to hear that from me. Certainly it isn't because I wish you to be gone, for that is far from the truth. However, I don't wish to read the kind of desperation and overly sacrificial tone that is present in your words. It concerns me.

This dark angel is always with you, Frost. Always. That is a message that so many need to understand, not just you. Please, you know my IM name, feel free to find me where we might speak more personally should you wish.

(picking up my translator, dictionary and descrambler)

Well yes of course I believe I've made some difference in the world, though specifically how, I can't say. Of course there is the old theatre, the music, David. There are many ways in which I could say, "Yes this would not be the same without me," and I believe I understand your question to be more about natural order and destiny. You're asking "If Lestat wasn't here to do this or that, to this person or that person, would this or that have even happened?" -- To which the only concrete answer is, probably not, but I don't know.

I don't have skimpy underwear you know, if I even decide to wear that particular accoutrement at all. No, the bedding wouldn't be inevitable. The things I don't like, I don't allow, period.

My bedding at this particular time is charcoal with silver splashes. Softly geometric. It makes sense, the angles and the soothing monochromatic colors. Here and there I have some blue in varying shades, which I've always been fond of. Now enough decorating talk before I sound completely effeminate.

Thank you again for the lyrics, though I'll probably disappoint you when I say that they really don't remind me of anything off the top of my little blond head. That's okay though. Your gift was leaving them for me to read in the first place but tsk, not so much next time. Save some space for the others, greedy!

Fabulous. "The annoyance you have for me only adds to the love I have for you". How ingenious. -laughs- Well, we'll get along famously then, non? About being your Valentine, I regret to say that you will have to stand in a line and take a number.

PS: I like your quote.

Fridays are good for me as well, usually, and how could you be pushing something which I invited upon myself? What I believe the deeper meaning and conjecture to all of this is, why dear boy, isn't that precisely why we should strive to make an appointment for our conversation and share such intricacy there? I assure you, I have many more metaphors and philosophies for you to linger in, as I'm sure you have for me. You hide with coyness now and again behind what I can only imagine to be long lashes, but I believe in this extension I've made, and now, if only it will happen, I'm sure we can both find some satisfaction, which at times can be a rare and precious pearl.

Ha! You open the door for me to flaunt my irrepressible vanity that I've gotten such a reputation for? I assure you and everyone else that despite how it might appear, I am truthfully NOT vain in the sense that I think myself more beautiful than everyone around me. I've always been very physically aware of myself, and that is different. Even when I was mortal, I was cognizant of my motion, my lips as they struggled to form the words I valiantly tried to read beyond my ability. I used to watch people's hands and lips, the flush of their skin and the flow of their hair. I still do enjoy observance of the physical. Hopefully that will lend some understanding to my "conceited" ways. So far as what I enjoy about my own eternal body? Yes, my eyes are nice, even if they would be somewhat mezmerizing to a mortal. I have long fingers and elegant hands. My facial features I like, especially and I would have to say if I have a "favorite" part, my lips... they have a life of their own, and are intimately connected with my brain to the point that sometimes, I will be led off on a thought that is for example, angering to me, and yet my lips will seemingly on their own, be playing out some piqued amusement. It can be (I'm told) a trait that is either endearing or aggravating, and sometimes both at once.

"Are you happy Lestat? Deep down in your heart of hearts, are you happy and satisfied with your existence?"

I suppose, given my long, hopefully fluid answers lately, that it would seem to this question I would have some spectacular reply. I don't. What I can and will say is simple: Yes. I am for the time being, in a state of sentience that is fairly unusual for me. Even though as it is with mortals, things are far from perfect, if ever they were, are or will be, but my frame of mind is such now that it doesn't bother me. It's as if, I am who I am, I do what I do, and that's how it is, period. There's something absolutely splendid in that simplicity. Of course it is more than that, and as I've said I cannot and will not endeavor to explain it here in this forum. Eventually it will all be revealed, and perhaps even more so to me, for I long to taste more of this sweetness.