Saturday, October 5, 2013

A PERFECT PLANETARY NURSERY .... HOW THE ALIENS ARRANGED THINGS... 10/05/13

Some cultures are millions of years old. A few, possibly billions. What manner of existence might they manifest? Is fostering the development of lesser creatures a universal law? Let's look at our own circumstances. And we must do these things before analyzing the motives and techniques of those responsible for human lycanthropy. 

Consider the arrangement of our solar system. The grand, almost star-like world we call Jupiter runs interference for us, gathering most troublesome rocks and ice bergs into its own unfathomable depths.... a cosmic bug zapper protecting the delicate Earth-side skin. 

Other solar systems also have Jupiter-like worlds, but they tend to sink in toward the parent star. Our set-up is different and highly unusual.

And then there's the Moon.... a celestial 'after thought' created, if you will, as a cosmic gyroscope, a stabilizer regulating our orbit, our climate and the seasons. No other world has anything like it. Other moons (when seen with their planetary sponsors) pale in comparison. Saturn's children are mere dots. Jupiter's the same. Oh, they may be large in their own right. Some actually planet sized. Yet next to their host quite negligible.... In fact, contemporary scientists consider our set up to be more binary planet in nature. 

Thus so much about out galactic vicinity seems carefully engineered.... a wax smeared petri-dish floating in space.

Were mass extinctions 'failed' experiments, or perhaps scheduled recyclings of organic components? 

Why did each subsequent 'age' produce ever more complex organisms? Evolution... in it's purest form aims not for complexity but for convenience. What does nature care if we have Buicks or maracas?

Though a stardust Pygmalion might.... Did we just grow like Topsy, or are we something else?

What a piece of work is man......

And who was (is?) our Da Vinci?.... Are they always serious and earnest, or do they sometimes play games?

Romulus Lupine thinks about these things. So does the twenty eight thousand year old vampire known as 'Papa,' our younger life-eater, Jonathon and a host of other characters revealed here..... 'Vampire Wonderland' is so much more than that.... And as stated at the very beginning (lest you forget), we only pretend that it's fiction.

More about the wolfie-folk next time. Tonight we speak of deeper things.

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HUMANS CAN BE MONSTERS TOO... 10/05/13

Y'all ain't heard from me in a while, but it's me, Mister Never-You-Mind. Lot a you know I got myself burned up in a New Orleans warehouse very many years ago. Think it was New Orleans. But I was duct tapped to a chair at the time and quite delirious with pain, so certain inaccuracies are bound to creep in. 

I heard 'bout what Romulus Lupine do to that crooked judge. Yeah, big deal. Mauled by a 'dog.' Pitt Bulls do worse. That why I tell you this. Disembodied spirits get around. We drift into lotta spooky shit. Saw a lady put cat piss in her grandma's I.V. bag once. Nurse say - What you doin'???.... Lady say - Nuthin'..... Grandma go - Ack! Ack! Ack!.... Then she leave muddy turd all over the bed. 

Two New York bastids got 'nother game. Call real estate bitch. It can be a man bitch, or a lady bitch. That don't mean nothin'. Say - What kind 'partment you got? .... Then they go wit' him. Ride up in elevator. Clasp hands in front a they junk. Not nobody else's hands. Just they own. Do it at night. It better then. 

Bitch take 'em inside. Got like a key. Say - Marble floor, granite counter, silver metal fridge, silver metal stove, ass squirtin' toilet, all kinds a fancy stuff, yeah-yeah-yeah, rah-rah- rah. 

Two bastids go - What they got out there?... Bitch say - Oh, that the balcony.... But bastids already know that. That why they want a see the place..... Real estate bitch say - Here, lemme show you.... An' they go out. It night. Sky all starry an' all. Got like a helicopter all the way up. Who know? Maybe like Donald Trump, or Anderson Cooper in it.

One a the bastids go - What that?.... Bitch say - That a church. Here, lemme show you..... Bastids go - Okay.... Then when real estate person go up to the edge an' start identifyin' things, like where Barbara Walters once threw up on the street, or Eli Wiesel's dog bit half a Zsa Zsa Gabor's ass, they pick that bitch (man or lady. it don't make no difference) right up an' toss it over. 

Some a them try an' hang on. Gotta break a few fingers. Gouge a few eyes, but mos' only got a couple, so that don't take too long. They sing - Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Think about they kids. Then they fall down. Bastids like that part. Watch 'em go an' say - Wheeeee!

Take a second or two for them to go splat. Sometime, if they land funny, a arm break off, or like a leg look like it doin' a funny dance. Head get all coconutty. Sometime rib come right through the skin. Look like a marionette what got squashed an' crapped on by a elephant. But that jus' my artistic interpretation. 

Them bastids still out there. Sometime they move 'round. Toss people in Philly. Drop some in Boston, maybe Baltimore. Like when that David Letterman used a bus' watermelons, 'cept these watermelons is people. 

'Magine what it like when feet leave the ground. Not the real ground. Like that balcony thing, I mean. Mus' be a very surprisin' situation.

But I wouldn't know, 'cause I got all burned up.

Don't take no vampire, or werewolf to do that shit. 

Human bean do pretty good all by theyself...
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