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Subject: {ASSM} TxM6: Taxi Murders the Novel  Chapter 75  Drinking Human Blood
Date: Wed, 22 Jan 2003 20:10:04 -0500
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If you have missed any parts of Taxi Murders the Novel,
they are archived on ASSM --Google and at my web site.
I welcome feedback. Chapters 1-75 are available at my
site, which updated every few days: Chapters 70 and
71/72 and 73/74 and 75 &100 should be up at ASSM and
will be posted on my site tonight.

http://www.seanfarragher.com/taximurdersbook

Taxi Murders the Novel -- Chapter 75
Drinking Human Blood
(c) 2003 Sean Farragher
sfarragher@nj.rr.com
http://www.seanfarragher.com
http://www.seanfarragher.com/Joss
http://www.seanfarragher.com/taximurdersbook



Chapter 75
Drinking Human Blood:
Chance & Coincidence


Wednesday, February 23, 1993

Before Abel and Lilith raped and struck their deadly blows to dismember
tragedy, and make it public, they served themselves pails of human or if
human was not available, the blood of any beast. They drank it raw like
milk
from a cow. They did this as a literal rite and for incantation.

They kept score with death to mark boundaries. For that intellectual and
hideous feat, they pretended bliss or horror depending on the weather.

Lilith told Laurie this. It was one of the first things Laurie wrote down
in her journal.

Is all life dependent on the weather? She remembered how Henry clenched
his fist darkened by crimes of words when he read Laurie's journals.

"What is coincidence," Henry asked? Why you? Why were you chosen
for this horrible violence? Why did your Spiritus not protect you?
What can anyone do to keep the lines between the highway and the pedestrian
safe?.

No one can explain the meandering car, driver sober, not sick,
completely in control of his faculties, who is struck by light and swerves
and kills a small child riding a bicycle along the side of the road. No one
can explain momentary madness like a boy, 17, the night of his High School
graduation, riding with his new lover, his dick still wet, he suddenly
drives up and over the lawn of a suburban house in one driveway and out
another. His excitement was uncontained. In that case, nothing happened but
the memory. He was lucky. His life would have been altered (and his victim
worse) if some one had wandered out on his lawn at that precise minute. The
boy would be haunted by that memory the rest of his life. This is a true
story, Laurie insisted. I was there beside the boy. He had just fucked me,
and I could smell his cock as Christ Tina pushed his arms away from my
breasts that she was sucking.

The spirit did not care if anyone was harmed. She was hungry for sex and
food. I felt it all. I knew the boy came when she took hold of my mind and
licked beneath the lips of mouth as if she would never eat again.












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