"The Nebulous Beauty Of A 1950's Vampire"
Outstanding is a weak word, wending from the woes of limited knowledge concerning the non-linear American Language, yet the nebulous beauty of a 1950's vampire knows better; indeed, she resisted with mortification of the Catholic senses, wearing an itchy and scalding crucifix around her ivory neck, not minding the heavenly nag of it all. Besides, her reproductive system was like Stoker's Un-Dead; specifically, not crafted for the lubrication of life.
But we all dive into the abyss of death save the real immortal freakshows. And reconfiguration due to resonating purpose seems to construct our eternal everlast. So don't deny this dandy, blood-sucking lady, for hers is to be nurtured until coffin nails close off her company. She needs sage rubs and holy water showers, being mystically ignited by a lamb's ichor. Verily, she has a psychotic love of righteousness, which never serves well the God-Blessed American Souls--them taken advantage of cause they have conscience and couth.
Here's Patricia Radulovich of Southeastern Europe in California during the early 1960's:
