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Subject: {ASSM} The Specter of Laurie Fallon -- Vampire
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With the Gadfly Peter Jackson Campbell: 
1980s Movie Show: The Fly. Human Maladjustments
Friday, July 17, 1992 at 09:04:14.2255

Taxi Murders Web Site: http://taximurders.com
Poetry Site: http://seanfarragher.com
Long Poem: Work in Progress: http://byzantium2001.com 
(9-11-2001 and Terrorism of the Child Abuse)


Part of a long hypertext series on serial murder.

[Lap Dissolve; Suddenly, on 7/17/92, 99 days after abduction, the day after the
Democratic National Convention in New York had closed, Laurie Fallon's funeral:
Beatrice, Henry, Laurie's full family (without Sheila) and the Gables' Pub crew
slowly stepping out of frame, Like a New Orleans wake, soul singing, shouting,
cameras split, disconsolate, after the interment.] 

-None of that happened. Laurie was cremated, and the ashes buried quietly at
Madonna. Near the right roadway, in the cheap seats Laurie lived not simply a
vampire, but larger: she becomes more human with an infinite capacity to use sex
as an instrument of revenge. No one can resist her, and she does not actually
live. All those who would hurt women will come to their end, as we all do, in
flames but without pleasure or orgasm.

After she came, for the third time, the morning after the first day with Henry,
Beatrice Herrig, then 35, was pleased, and suddenly Laurie resumed her fluttered
light and dark shifts of space, until the room glowed, and then nothing. Usually
disappointed, Bea surrendered to that banal apathy 

Bea had wondered why, later, she didn't mention the child to Henry. Henry had
that same thought, later. Why didn't I tell Bea about Chrissy, I mean Laurie?

Chrissy had come to the lovers, together and alone, anytime they made love.
Henry was surprised when it happened when he made love to Angela, then Rachel,
then Whitney, and when Henry made love to his daughter, Michelle who having
returned from England, had come home to reclaim Henry as father, grandfather and
lover, Laurie as Chrissy appeared translucent, fully formed and when Michele
reached for the ghost, and there was something there; she was startled, losing a
heart beat, and finally having felt some holy presence, Laurie simply gave it up
to Henry. Of course, he did not die in flames. Michele told Henry, "she's a
baby, a child," and Henry, already full of that love, simply said, "We're so
lucky."

Another time shift. Lap Dissolve. 

Back in Bed with Henry, Aaron and Angela tits and ass, cunt and cock were a
splendid array of multiple tastes like imported wine simply elegant

Different pairs and different chemistries often become new stars in their union
of delights. Laurie although dead could never be replaced they agreed. She was
there, of course. Henry was the first to notice it. He knew Laurie best,
although he rarely and explicitly shared his feelings.

Angela's mood also had changed. She stepped up. Told both men she wanted them
together or separately. She loved them differently, perhaps, she said. I love
making love with both of you. 

-Simple isn't it, she said, turning her mouth into Aaron's and then Henry's,
exchanging tongues and saliva, and later, she would let both men come inside
her, and then almost as a ceremony, she would push her fingers inside her cunt,
wetting their mouths with what she sampled. Fingers in mouth we suck the crown
of our dicks and make the pussies simply melt as sweet skin becomes more than
edible, but a fodder for higher beings. Fingers in the cunt are driven into
every spot on the map until magic assumes the balls and dick for supper alone
with your gal and her lips are pearly white with seminal magic potion number
nine. Finger out, and then as an aside, Laurie saw too, the prophecy, the one
foretold to Aaron, above, as told by him, in detail. Angela smiled at the
illusion. Her words became a gift of prophecy. Now, mutually decided, foretold,
planned, and consummated, Angela winked at Aaron, and he knew that she wanted
Henry, Laurie and himself as an assumed crown of sticky come. 


Interlude:

What Aaron and Angela didn't know, couldn't see, was Laurie as Chrissy (Henry
had felt her) blimey, Henry said, the wench winked at you Aaron, and then taking
herself, the child Chrissy by the hand Chrissy left the room, playing imaginary
games, invisible Laurie, lost in the dust, hiding in the grains, waiting in the
sand box for the next round and first bell.

-You see, Laurie, Chrissy said to Henry, she likes to play with me. 

And the child fed the sand to an imaginary mouth in an imaginary face, at least
that's what Angela and Aaron saw, when they looked for their child Chrissy, now
8, playing with sand, feeding it to an imaginary friend just as predicted by
Laurie come home for a time from the dead.

-Mummy, Laurie said, no Chrissy said, look, here's my baby, Rebecca, Mummy.
Look.

[Back to the Scene.]

Fingers in Henry's mouth. Fingers in Aaron's. Repeat. Repeat. Pushing Aaron,
then Henry's hands into her cunt, back to breast, the spirits or some one told
them, "Help me 'member, and never forget her, please Laurie, keep them, you
know, these material passages."

-- 
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