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Monday, September 22, 2014

NIGHT WRAITH ........ 9/22/14

He never went back. But Edith knew. She knows lots of things. She feels the sky and tastes the ether. And she made sure the books, La Ciencia Vampirismo and The Journal , were safe, hidden deep within The Pines, wrapped in an old suede hide made from human skin.

Vampires don't need much. Cold can't kill them. Microbes dine elsewhere. Any weapons they might use are, shall we say, built in. And darkness is easy  to find. There's always a cave, or cellar, or trash heap, or something. Tomas never lived that way before, but now he don't care.  Ain't no big thing.  'Papa' made sure of that.

So he walked and he killed. No, 'killed' is to clean a word. He destroyed. He ripped. He devoured. 

Found a couple holed up in a little shack. Refugees from the city. Had a truck, or what was left of a truck. Had some tuna fish too. Those cans are gold in town. People trade them like bullion. But guy was a real dope... lowlife too. Combination's lethal. So Tomas crouched down, peered through a window and waited for the show to start.

Dope says - You shit, bitch, pig you, grabbed your f%$kin' makeup, but couldn't take no goddamn can opener!?... Girl goes - I didn't know! I didn't know. I thought you had one...... Dope slaps her. She cries... Dope goes - Shut the hell up, you goddamn lazy whore, you!... She cries some more and sobs - I wanna go back! Take me back! I mean it! I mean it!.... Dope looks for a rock and mumbles - Screw you.... Sees one in the dirt next to the ruins of a fireplace. Hefts it. Runs his dirty hand all over it, looking for an edge. Starts pounding that can of chunk light albacore like a baboon cracking clams. Only it don't work. Can dents. Lid bends, but won't break open. Metal too soft. But she got stuff. He knows it... in her makeup kit. He grabs it off the table. Rips it open. Girl goes - No! No! That's the only nice thing I got. The only thing. Look what you did, you goddamn, ape bastid. Look what you did. (sobs) My sister gimme that from Canada.......

But he don't care. There's a file in there, like a nail file, a metal thing. Got a point. He takes it  and starts punchin' holes in the lid... POW! POW! POW! POW! POW!... Water flies out, tuna fish water. Smell makes him crazy. Tiny, little flies start conin' 'round. Girl sobs some more. She looks, but she don't do nothing. He finds her scissors. Hairdresser scissors they are. Barber scissors. Do-it-yourself times now, even haircuts. He gives her a look. She wants to say something. He knows it. But she don't. So he jams a point through one of the file slits and starts cutting. Takes time. Gets a blister. She just sits there. But he can see. Sees her eyes in the light from that Sterno can. Used to be only homeless bastids and mole people used Sterno cans. Now everybody got 'em. Like tattoos or scabies. 

Gets it open. Sloppy job, like a jagged football shaped gash. Looks like can's makin' a face. Digs a finger in. Gets some fish. Eats it. Takes some more, only this time he cuts himself real bad. Yells 'SHIT!'.... Wings the can. Hits her right on the side of her head. Now she's bleeding too. Hand flies up. She feels the blood and starts crying.

Dope goes - Shut your f$#kin' mouth before I shut it for you, you goddamn bitch!... But she curls up on the dead, mildew sofa and cries some more. So he gets up from the table, goes over and smacks her... real hard... more like a punch... She don't make a sound, just folds up real tight. He hits her again. She's helpless. She takes it.

And that's when he does it. That's when he jumps in. Tomas flies through the window. Glass explodes everywhere. Sash breaks. Shade snaps up. Vampire grabs that dope and SLAMS him into the wall. Dope jumps up (he's a fighter), grabs the scissors and goes for him, like he don't know what he's up against. Look, maybe he does, but what else can he do?

Tomas gets him by the wrist and crushes it. Sounds like gravel. Little crackin' and poppin' noises. Dope moans. Girl don't say nothing. Just looks. And she sees it all when he takes the rough, jagged lid from the tuna can, pins the lowlife to the wall and saws off one whole cheek.... just where the gums meet the flesh. Makes like a little, boneless, breast of chicken, it does. After the other side, makes two breasts.... Blood pours from the wounds, as he slumps to the floor. Tomas kneels before him, cradles what's left of the ruined face and goes in for the kill... How good it tastes... How rich... How satisfying... How right.

Then he just stays there on his knees, as the dead guy falls in on himself and ignites with a cool, blue flame, like all victims do. Nothing else burns... just the copse, til that's left is an ashy, greasy mess.

The girl makes a noise, like a chirp, or a gasp. Tomas turns 'round, covered in gore..... Girl sniffs and goes - Are you gonna kill me now too?..... But he quietly says - No.

Only later, when she falls asleep, bathed in the glow from the Sterno can,  as much from shock as anything else... he does.

Tomas is crazy now, you know.  What did you expect?

<the tale continues>


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Sunday, September 21, 2014


Our narrative story continues later tonight. This is something else. I happened to see a post that said sharing easily clickable links to other people's sites on our blogs and websites increases Google Page Ranking, a very important variable, for both, provided the other people retweet YOU as well.

Some of these links are to blogs/websites, some are to Twitter. All are interesting. Actually, most that go up tonight will probably be Twitter links, because they're easier to remember and every time I struggle too remember stuff the tips of my ears catch fire. Good party stunt. They laugh. I scream.

OK, here goes. Check them out. Share a few. Hopefully the whole list. If this works, by next week, we all gonna be on <~~ and that's the first one. naughty, crime Brit books by Andrew Harding an assortment of cool PICKET FENCES type stuff by John L. Harmon wit and wisdom from Lita Ann and she knows everybody the NEXT BIG THING in graphic novels and comics. You gotta see this Vicki helms one of the most popular media salons (events with celebrity guests) in L.A... Everybody goes. Make contacts. L.A. and NYC filmmaker with REAL CREDITS! look for curtisimages... really cool photographer.. highly collectible. ...popular historical fiction. 19th century America and more. maximize your visibility... they know all the cozy stuff you like to buy for your house. Barb knows... quantum sci-fi and related fantasy of the highest order. intriguing material... naughty but nice, romance, paranormal and more. lots to see... lot a good stuff. Tara knows everybody. you should know her ...also look for her at TaraLConklin/, but I don't know why. My PC won't let me put up links to tumblr (they do to Twitter though?) horror fans will want to hook up with this Eli Roth endorsed site, especially creative horror fans and what goes for the entry right above this goes for this one two

Trying to put up @InantimateASLT (from Twitter) but it won't go up... will try later.

I got others I want to put up too, but can't remember all of them. Gonna go back to Twitter and gather some more. 

PLEASE share a few. If you want to take over the media, you got to.

COMMENT <down below> with your link so we can highlight that too.

This is how 'external link' chains are born... (whispers)... this is how CITIZEN KANE started (I forget his first name)


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Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: AN INVITATION TO THE DARK TIME PROMENADE: She made no noise. Vampires can do that. It has nothing to do with any type of magic. It's just a physical ability. Dogs may or may not...

Sarah, Tomas' consort, walks the streets of Philadelphia one dark autumn night and meets eccentric people. Didn't have time to post tonight because we did our running commentary of SNL on Twitter... Not just me. We have a little group. Like homemade DISH NATION or TMZ. Next week, the seasonal premiere with Sarah Silverman gonna be bigger. Join me on Twitter at BILLY KRAVITZ (click on it) if you want.

But the 'night stroll' episode we're running now is good. Click on that 'dark time promenade' line up above if you want to see the whole thing. Vampires getting darker, especially TOMAS also known as JONATHON. 

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Saturday, September 20, 2014


EXT - Nighttime in The Pines. JONATHON and PAPA sit on a rock, gazing at clear, full, chalky-white moon. The 'young' vampirino is as he was. His skin is new, smooth and clear. His hair is long, dark and wavy. They've just left the pit, so he's still bare. Ain't too many haberdashers in the woods.

PAPA - Can't stay here, you know. Who would you eat? You know the same prey to predator ratio that holds for lions, applies to us too.

JONATHON (also known as TOMAS) - I know.

PAPA - Well, then what are you going to do?

JONATHON - I'll leave, but I can stay here for a little while...

PAPA - And?

JONATHON - I'll do like I've always done. Once a month is enough for me.

PAPA - You're going to live by that 'cull the wicked. help the worthy live' crap?

JONATHON shrugs.

PAPA - (exhales) 

JONATHON - Why? What were you going to say?

PAPA - It doesn't make a difference, you know. Not what I say, but what you do. My God. From the fall of Byzantium to this night here, is to me like an after noon. They live so fast. They die so soon. Do you think it means anything? Kill all you want. There'll be more. I'm not saying there won't be times when you can't do all that 'God' stuff. But not now. The cities are shit holes. Law means nothing. They have a guillotine set up in what used to be 'Love' Square, in your Philadelphia, I mean. I know, you're going to say they need it now more than ever... And you know what I say?... Who cares?... You go back there and you do that. They'll lock you in 'The Lead House' so fast. no one will save you then.

JONATHON - So, what should I do?

PAPA - (leans close and whispers) Be bad. Just live. Just go and see and touch and eat. You've never really done that. Oh, there've been isolated episodes. I know. But you're a vampire and you've never really done that. And who's going to stop you? 

JONATHON - They have gangs in the city. Most vampires have been 'domesticated.' They work for mortal warlords now. 'Wild' vampires are few and far between and they don't last long. 

PAPA - Your 'elferino' friends seem to last long.

JONATHON - And they still believe, you know. They don't kill indiscriminately. They rarely kill anyone at all.

PAPA - (covers his face with his hands) You see what you want to see. They like you. They get along with you, so they play the game. Let me tell you. They kill children. They kill children. They KILL children. THEY KILL CHILDREN!.... Come on. You know that.

JONATHON just sits there hugging his knees.

PAPA - Grow up. What is it, almost a thousand years? And look at you. I should have left you in that burnt out synagogue. You should have died. You'd be happier dead. Not 'vampire' dead. Not like you were, but truly dead..... I'm going to leave soon, you know. Madam Shang desires my company. She wants me back. You can't imagine what we do. You can't imagine what we see, who we are.  Here they called us Anunnaki. Not me. Not her, but other ones like us. You want God?... Be one.

JONATHON doesn't respond. He looks out over the trees.

PAPA - You don't like the part about the 'elferinos' do you? Your little friends... so pure... so good... so innocent.... Well, that's the way it is..... But now, you must excuse me. I'm off to 'swim with the fishes.' My intelligent, ray-like friends beneath the ice on Europa.

JONATHON wants to say something, but PAPA gestures for silence.

PAPA - Please. Not now. Think about what I've said. I'll be back. I'll look in. We'll talk then.

He gets up, strides down the hill. As he goes he defuses and expands... all the while keeping his natural form (like a 32 or 33 year old Richard Gere. he's been described that way since Vampire Wonderland began)... a huge, ghost-like figure... one hundred feet tall... two hundred feet tall... five hundred feet tall... like a transparent cloud painted by the moon. The trees come up to his knees. Then he raises his arms, ascends toward the stars and disappears. 

JONATHON sits there, alone in the woodland night.

CUT TO - Dawn... The same place...

JONATHON is gone.


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Thursday, September 18, 2014


SCENE - Deep, cylindrical, raw, earth pit, far back in the cave where the TALKS TO GOD MAN lives.

Minute traces of light from the TALK TO GOD MAN'S hearth find their way down to the bottom, where JONATHON (also known as TOMAS) sits shivering. He whimpers. The surface of his body is red and oozing. His recently shed skin lies in tatters near his feet.

Then he hears voices from up above.... Papa comes over to the edge of the pit.

PAPA - Twins, He got twins.

TALK TO GOD MAN'S VOICE - Identical, not fraternal. Did you tell him that!?

PAPA - No need now, you dumb f%$k!

JONATHON - (weakly) Please, it hurts. It just hurts...

TALK TO GOD MAN drags the girls, bound with duct tape, to the edge. Their eyes are round with fear. One of them wet her daisy dukes. They kick. They squirm.

PAPA shoots them a 'look.' They instantly rise up, collide with the ceiling and crash back down on the floor, motionless and unconscious. 

TALK TO GOD MAN'S VOICE - Don't hurt 'em. They special.

PAPA turns toward the offending individual and snaps his fingers... The TALK TO GOD MAN'S mouth immediately puckers up, shrinking down to a tight, little rosy anus before winking out altogether.

PAPA - (whispers) Hope he's not a mouth breather.

Then he hoists a girl under each arm and sublimates through the air, depositing them down in the pit near Jonathon.

PAPA - (quietly) You know what to do....

Then he quickly vaults up and sits on the edge to watch.

JONATHON tentatively crawls over to the first girl. He begins to sniff her body and taste her skin. She awakens, sees his raw, oozing flesh, devoid of all hair, even eyelashes...  She screams through the duct tape, bucks her whole body, trying to get away. But it's no use. He  breaks the bonds 'round her ankles, pulls off the urine soaked daisy dukes and has his way.

She vomits. It runs out her nose. He pulls off the tape. It explodes from her mouth. PAPA doesn't say a word. In fact he absentmindedly watches a spider crawling across the the rough, shadowy surface up above.... Then he looks down and sighs, as JONATHON rises from the limp, panting girl and moves on to her sister. Her eyelids flutter, as he kisses her neck, breaks the skin and begins to drink.

PAPA  hums Nessun Dorma (vampires love that aria), as the second sister dies and JONATHON'S skin grows back...

TALK TO GOD MAN begins to suffocate. We hear the nasal wheezing.

PAPA looks toward the sound and belches. Soon after, the unbroken expanse of flesh where the shaman's mouth used to be begins to break open... a long, jagged, bloody gash. Then lips suddenly swell out and take shape. The TALK TO GOD MAN gasps and sucks in huge mouthfuls of air. His fingers explore this new portal.

TALKS TO GOD MAN - This ain't my mouth. This a f%$kin' 'lady' mouth!

PAPA glares impatiently. This time all facial openings disappear... the mouth... the nostrils... the eyes... and the ears..

The unfortunate shaman thrashes about, then grows still and dies, as PAPA turns back and watches his 'son' regenerate...


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Tuesday, September 16, 2014


SCENE - abandoned, cave-like mine. abode of The Talks To God Man. An energy pulse-like Papa suddenly moves into the space with Jonathon (also known as Tomas) in his arms and solidifies inches from the face of old Piney shaman.

TALKS TO GOD MAN - (drops his pipe and stash) JESUS CHRIST! Who the hell are you! I ain't conjured nobody, you f&%kin' son of a bitch!

PAPA - (drops a catatonic Jonathon) Go to hell, you old bastard. Where's the pit!?

TALKS TO GOD MAN points toward dark passage beyond. PAPA grabs Jonathon's wrist and drags him in.

TALKS TO GOD MAN - (bathed in flickering glow from small fire) Excuse the mess.

INT. THE PIT. A deep, rough, cylindrical excavation, littered with a few rancid corpses, greasy, ashy, residue and old, crumpled up McDonald's wrappers.

From the bottom of this gruesome place, lit by errant photons escaping the far off fire, we see PAPA approach the rim and roll Jonathon over the edge.  He smacks down on the hard packed earth fifteen feet below and moans.

PAPA - Get up. You're alright. That can't hurt you. 

JONATHON coughs, gags, spits up and shakily rises to his feet. He stares up at PAPA.

PAPA - Don't you remember? We did this in Southern France all those centuries ago.

JONATHON sniffs and nods.

PAPA - I'll get you something to drink.

JONATHON watches him retreat. He looks at the rancid corpses and retches. Then he leans against the wall and slides down to the floor.

A few heartbeats pass. He fidgets. He rubs his back against the wall. Then his chest starts to itch. He scratches. It doesn't help. He scratches some more, rakes his nails across his scalp and jumps to his feet, as if devoured by starving, manic, schizophrenic, communist bed bugs. He tears at his clothing, ripping it off and throwing it away. Watery, blood tinged fluid drips from many wounds. He quivers, as a bloody, urine-like arc bursts from his urethra  and paints the nearby wall.

Steam rises from his body. JONATHON gasps for air, as a lose flap of skin rolls down from his forehead. He pulls at it, peeling of a thick, sticky strip passing over an eye (eyelid skin comes off), down a cheek, continuing along his neck, pectoral region, abdomen, groin and leg. He shakes his hand til it comes off. 

PAPA comes back and throws down a box of white wine.

PAPA - Here. Drink this. Red Paint People looted a liquor store. Flayed the owner, only his skin wasn't supposed to come off.

JONATHON pulls off other swatches of skin. You know when you're just beginning to heal after a bad sunburn and the warm, wet, sticky, dead skin just peels off? Well, the noise is like that, only louder... and what comes off is thicker... not just the epidermis, but the dermis, the true skin as well.

PAPA - Come on. Drink some. Lessens the sting when it all comes off. You feeling that yet?

JONATHON struggles to unscrew the top and guzzle it down.

PAPA - (quietly) I guess you are.

JONATHON - (pants) Where are the girls? I remember girls. (grabs his belly). OH GOD! GET THEM! GET THEM! GET THEM!

JONATHON sits down and screams, as his red, raw flesh meets the dirt...

PAPA - Don't sit down!

JONATHON jumps up.

PAPA - Sorry.

JONATHON shivers and weakly moans. Get the girls. Get the girls.

PAPA nods, turns toward where the TALK  TO GOD MAN sits and yells - Yo, crazy hobo... where you got some girls 'round here?!

TALKS TO GOD MAN'S voice - You gonna kill 'em?

PAPA just shrugs, like the way Robert Downey Jr. might shrug.

TALKS TO GOD MAN'S voice - Y-you gonna kill me?

PAPA - No.

TALKS TO GOD MAN'S voice - Hell, yeah! Hot damn! Gimme a minute...

<next time we meet the girls>


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Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: LIFE AFTER BURIAL <~~~ a buried alive tale from our early days...think 19 people saw it back then.. 9/16/14

Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: LIFE AFTER BURIAL: Lorenzo railed in the darkness, smashing his arms against the thick, unforgiving, oak walls. The casket was small , designed for a corpse,...

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