The Howling: Reborn Page #4

Will, these aren't your

makeup-wearing, skin-glistening

pansy-ass vampires, okay?

There's not some grocery list

of items that you can just get

to cripple them

or scare them off like,

"Oh, garlic.

Oh, some holy water. "

You know, two fingers

perpendicular to each other.

Okay, look. Real lycanthropes

are hard-frickin'- core.

Okay? They're doomed to struggle

between their humanity

and their animal natures.

And once they kill a human,

which they like always do,

there's no going back.

They become vicious killers for life.

So hypothetically, there wouldn't

be anything to worry about

'cause there's already a full moon

this month, right?

There's a full moon tonight.

A blue moon, actually.

So if they were really out there,

that should certainly kick things

up a notch, wouldn't it?

Why would they be after me?

Either you pose a threat

to their existence

or you're food.

In your case,

I'm guessing they've already

picked out the best wine

to bring out your flavor.

What are they doing in here?

Well, nobody goes

to church anymore,

so this is gonna be

the new computer lab.

You know, when somebody had

a question they couldn't answer,

they used to ask God.

Now they ask Wikipedia.

The god with answers.

# When he moves I watch him

from behind #

# He turns and laughter

flickers in his eyes #

# Intent and direct

when he speaks #

# I watch his lips #

# And when he drives

I love to watch his hands #

# White and smooth,

almost feminine #

# Almost American #

# I have to watch him... #

# In his face age descends on youth #

# Exaggeration on the truth #

# He caught me looking in then,

but soon his eyes forgot me #

# And everything he seems to do

reflects just another shade of blue #

# I saw him searching into you

and ached a while #

# I watch his lips caress the glass #

# His fingers stroke

its stem and pass #

# To lift a cigarette at last #

# He dries his eyes

from a shadow by the stair #

# I watch as he weeps unaware #

# That I'm in awe of his despair #

# In his face

age descends on youth #

# Exaggeration on the truth #

# He caught me looking in then,

but soon his eyes forgot me #

# And everything he seems to do #

# Reflects just another

shade of blue #

# I saw him searching into you

and ached a while #

# In his face age descends on youth #

# Exaggeration on the truth #

# He caught me looking in then,

but soon his eyes forgot me #

# And everything he seems to do #

# Reflects just another

shade of blue #

# I saw him searching into you

and ached a while... #

Woman on P. A:

Last ever school lunch

now being served, seniors.

Was I not clear with you, man?

Were you seriously with

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