ZEBULON, THE SEER

What is that date the pagans make so much of? Oh, yes, I remember, the twentyfirst day of the last month of a year labeled twothousand and twelve. What a joke. All to end before anything  truly worthwhile is even realized. The babbling of carnival tricksters. If I was wont to share the truth with you (and maybe I am) I would tell you that change is coming, but end? No. Look to the life-eaters. Look to the true and noble (what an affectation that other spelling was) life-eaters. They will clear the path. They will devour the wicked. That is their purpose. And it has been sinnce The Beginning of the Chain. May no man know its source. Imagine, a world without hate mongers. A world without murderers. A world without hunger...of any kind.......The one we have all come to call 'Papa' is not perfect. Yet he is the vessel. It all comes forth from  him. Who knows? Maybe he will grow into the role......The Petrified One is made free. The one named for Sarah regains her true skin. Her eyes once more open to the world. Her soul, clear and Blessed. Yet at the same time, other interests gnaw through other walls. And a riival will be born..... Jonathon/Tomas is alert now. He sees the clothes. He sees the raiment of the one called Papa. And he makes a decision. He will do this thing. The Burden will be divided. A new helpmate will be born. He takes her in his arms. She smiles.... He kisses her. He says - Tell me your name......He whispers - I do not know your name.......He feels her heat. He feels her breath. He tastes her very life.... But all she gives him is a smile.......... Chose sides, my children. chose well. For all of you will figure in the outsome..................

I GOT THE COMPUTER! I GOT THE COMPUTER! ITS ME ITS ANNIE!!

this is not one of the real posts. they do not let me touch this thing. I tell them I will not break it. But those shit heads will not listen. wilkravitz is out eatin his pizza. And Zeke, the museum guard is moppin up pigeon shit from the marble floors. (I let them in through this little window I found). But I have been acting gooder. I do not know if it is because I want to be or if I'm just afraid Papa is gonna go POW, RIGHT TO THE SUN! again. I do not like that place. It makes me shit myself. Only I can't shit myself. Do you know I am going to be seven years old soon? Maybe they will make me a party. I could use some new Barbie dolls, 'cause my old ones have a bad habit of getting their heads stuffed down the toilet. We got a lot a toilets at this museum. Some of them aint been stuffed up yet. But I try to do my best. Papa is happy cause I aint bit tooes ooff any sleepin people in a long time. Zekes says its on account a him teachin me to smoke cigarettes. Papa did not like that at first. But Zeke said - What the hell do you care? It aint like she's gonna get cancer. Papa laughed. He said that I already got a bad disease...vampirism....But I dont feel sick or nothing. And I like the part about being able to go pffftt!! and pass through shit. Papa calls it sublamating. At first it scared me. But no more. I like going pfftt!! into the Kids Gap and boostin these really cute tops they got..  Some old bitch started chasing me once. but I turnned and cat hissed at her just as I went ppffftt!! through the wall and she peed herself. I like to make old bitches pee themself. That's one of the funner parts to bein a vampire. they got a lot a fun parts. I will tell you about some. But I cannot do that now, cause that wilkravitz son-of-a-bitch is comin back. I can smell the perreronis in his teeth. So lemme get out a here before he gets mad and I get in trouble with Papa...Besides. I got a few old Barbies I have ta wrap up in toilet paper so I can stick em in with the mummies. ( I leave the heads all naked). People comin through here laugh when they see that.  Zeke say I gonna give him anutter hearty tack.....Oh, oh, oh...he comin...