PARABIOSIS IS VAMPIRISM

The blood of young children is being used as the ‘biological fountain of youth’ for those hoping to challenge the inevitability of death.
It is vampirisim and has caught the attention of many life-extension enthusiasts – including billionaire tech investor Peter Thiel, and George Soros.

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Porphyria's Lover

>The rain set early in tonight,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And called me. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me — she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavor,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me forever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could tonight's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:

So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I looked up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last l knew
Porphyria worshiped me: surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While l debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string l wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
l am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
l warily oped her lids: again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And l untightened next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:
l propped her head up as before,
Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorned at once is fled,
And l, its love, am gained instead!
Porphyria's love: she guessed not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirred,
And yet God has not said aword!

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im sure you could get literally the same effects by eating a great diet and sleeping well and exercising

but jews would much rather be gluttons and then steal childrens blood instead obviously

Porphyria is also one way vampire myths started. Both have a huge incidence among ashkekikes, who have a huge and sordid history of draining the blood from gentile children.
How old were you when you realized kikes are vampires?

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Brrooooooo you know my work?
I'm English teacher user from all those jews=vamp threads. I'm glad some people remember. I am absolutely convinced it's true.

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All those reoccurring (((themes))) throughout history? Just a coincidence.

Yeah man, I remember those threads. This was my favorite poem from highschool and I could never remember who wrote it or even enough of it to find, until that thread. Thanks, user.