Interesting quote there to your "Daniel hating friend". So Daniel's fans are gun-toting mobs with itchy fingers hm? I wonder what my fan demographic is.

Don't let my formatting scare you off. It's just another bit of experimentation on my part, but then maybe it is that unpredictable side of me that you fear?

Then I shall keep on as I have been. I don't know that I intentionally write to evoke memories in you, or anyone here, or even necessarily in myself. I think that the natural process of any good conversation may lead to that very thing. It could be too that my mind just wanders lately, not because of any melancholy or strife, just because, I don't know... perhaps because I am a loose candidate just now. I have Quinn to some capacity, and Louis, always, if less now, as sometimes happens... but for the most part I find myself alone, and while that is never a bad thing, I do believe it causes my words to become full of inflection and quiet meaning, if on some subconscious level, I can't say. That you get something from them, as I've said, is meaningful beyond whatever latent motivation that might produce them.

As Quinn pointed out in his novel, that eye doesn't look particularly right to this day, but then, theoretically, why would it? But yes, I'm most pleased I was able to have it returned to me. I don't think I would look quite right with a pirates patch over my eye.

No, dramatic one, you didn't disappoint me. I was merely pointing out the pattern I've seen over and over again. It isn't you in particular that I'm pointing a finger at in that process. I'm just partial to observing such things, and did so with my words. You and many others have a tendency to take my sentences far too personally when most often, my answers are to you but also to people in general.I'm not having any great fit of laughter because I've come to enjoy conversing with you, dear girl.

I am the epitome of a riddle, indeed. Sadly, you're right about that. There are times even those who love me most cannot figure me out, when even they at times scream and shake their hands at me in wounded frustration but they love me still. Why is this so? I do not know, for it has been the case with me from the time of my birth and I suppose will be until such time I move on from this earth. Will I still have the last laugh then? Maybe not smugly, maybe just a peaceful smile and a knowing look in my eyes, but I can only hope.

When you go and sit in your car, do you imagine certain people sitting there with you? -laughs- I don't know why but that image came to my mind, of you talking to you know who like he was there. It's all right if you do. I know some who have claimed to speak to me in such a way, and I believe it keeps us alive in your tender hearts where we belong.

You enjoyed my reminiscence in chat, and yes, it was touching I'm sure to hear about those days in our mortality which I cherish now, so many, many years past anything I could have foreseen then. This is just one example of the tiny theme that has appeared lately in my thread of metaphorical bleeding, so the fact that those of you who were there got a little taste of it, despite how it might have seared the fringes of my heart, is worth it.

I will try to look for the movie, and let you know what I think. So far as your comment about old mystery novels, I think that amuses me. I want to be a mystery.

You said: "I want to unmake the maker."

What a clever and intriguing line, that one. How it begs me to sit here and think on what you mean by those chosen words. You want to unravel me, is that it? You want me to lose my senses with you? Do you think it couldn't happen? Contact with mortals is, in that sense of the word, very dangerous, and as one who loves pushing the limits and breaking the rules, I might be very prone to the desire for mortal hands touching me intimately, unwinding me and learning my secrets even if in the end it was the last knowledge they inhaled. It has happened.. It may happen again. I attract the kind of wish you give breath to here, you know, when truthfully I don't even try. There are those... a select few that for one reason or another may come to know me in the sense you speak of, but I do not yet know how enviable a thing that is. Is it divinity to drink from the fount and know the icy smooth touch of my fingers, or is it fodder for further madness?

My such pride and ferocity. I didn't intend to question your integrity dear girl. Merely it seemed to me that I had read it or something similar to it elsewhere, and for that matter, I just may have. Because you got it published on someone's site doesn't mean that anyone couldn't have come along and just decided without credit to copy and paste your poem somewhere else, so you should perhaps consider that before jumping all over me or anyone else to whom the words look familiar. I understand your staunch defense of your original work, however, above and beyond the fact that plagerism does exist, as I've said and now restated, the verse only seemed familiar. Now, relax, really. Witnessing an anurism wasn't on my agenda this evening..

First of all to let you know, I got your private message. I assure you though, that I do not host slumber parties, to the disappointment of many a young lady or gentleman I'm sure. If I did, I wouldn't have bubble gum pink bedding in anyway shape or form. Ghastly, to borrow a phrase from Simon Cowell, non? Now as for the profession in which you'll grow to be hated and burned at the stake, hm... Well, it's too late to work for Enron, but I suppose Martha Stewart's company still might hire you if you apply now. Then you might be around for the burning. Think of that. I bet it would be oh so proper and well coordinated!

PS: Thank you for the lines you left also, they were nice. Are they poem or lyrics?

Anything about me that I would like to change? Well, if you talk to people in this Immortal Family, I bet they'd think that I'd say no, I'm perfect, but in truth, no, that's not my answer. I would at times like to moderate my tendency of extreme impatience with others who aren't "on the same page" as I am at any given time. I might also wish to take less deliberate amusement in the things I do or say at times. I don't know if that is an inherited trait (Is it Gabrielle?) or one that has just developed over the time I've walked this earth, like any mortal bad habit might. Other than that, I'm perfect. -grins- Well how could I not sneak that into the conversation?

My darling, you are too harsh on yourself and now you wound me. You make me feel bad for imposing such stipulations here, and it wasn't my intention to scold you to a degree that your words imply you have perceived my gentle admonishing. I'm sorry love, really. (note on calender: Lestat apologizes publicly.) You have to understand it from my perspective. Everyone, and anyone can leave me heartfelt, personal, flowing messages here, and I will respond the same, usually. That is how we interact, and how we might in some small way come to truly know one another, which is what this place was meant for. I just cannot spend the time it requires to stop and as I've said, put myself in that frame of mind to eloquently reply. Do not feel so dejected, dear lady. It was not meant to you personally. That is something I wouldn't do to you.

It is only the tone of what you say that discourages me. While it seems to me that even I, being no Bhuddist guru, leave something of an attempt at enlightened answers to the questions you pose to me, your responses always seem to take what I leave and make it into something negative, and frankly, I tire of it. That's not to say that you aren't welcome to disagree, but really, in my conscious state of mind, I'd prefer something more existential perhaps, instead of just dour. It would make for much better conversation, and in the answers I leave, that is what I'm thinking of, leaving my thoughts, conversing, teaching, understanding. I'm through with pessimistic goths who only want to see the doom and gloom of things. I think I should eat them all and be done with it, really. Not that you are one, but you know, it just came to mind. So in asking yourself questions based on what I say, perhaps you should ask more spiritual, philosophical things. -sighs- Now, I just read over this what I said to you and I'm sure it's going to seem as if I'm putting you down. Please don't see it as such, and trust that if I was really out to do that, I wouldn't dress it up so much.