Monday, March 30, 2015

Vampires Get Political ... 3/31/15

They're in the den, or the family room, or whatever you want to call it, watching David Letterman. Jonathon likes Dave. Vampires like good humor. People don't realize that, but they really do. .

It's me, Billy. I'm typing this tonight. They don't even know I'm here. It's like on a reality show... after a while they don't even see the cameras.... Baby Moses Baskets are all done. Big, tall displays all wrapped up in amber colored cellophane  and tied with yellow ribbons. Each one loaded with traditional seasonal goodies.... chocolate covered jelly rings (the ring symbolizes the never ending Covenant)... chocolate covered marshmallow logs (I forgot what they symbolize... something ecclesiastical ... take your pick)... orange flavored gum drop wedges... honey-sesame candies... educational, hardback, children's books for the kiddies... his and hers Tag Huer watches for the grown-ups.... and a little-boy-baby-doll all swaddled in a soft, blue blanket, playing the part of Baby Moses... Baby Moses must be thinkin' --- Damn, how'm I supposed to get comfy with all the crap that goof got shoved in here? Real Baby Moses would a peed on it. One of the books in each basket had a $10,000 VISA gift card in it with a stipulation forbidding use for alcohol purchases and casino cash advances. Jonathon learned from before. You never know with homeless people. Some got serious issues.

Sarah said - I like when Dave ends with a music guest. And I have got to say the yearly Darlene Love appearances around The Holidays where she sang 'Christmas' were the best. Oh look! He's GOT a music act... The Suffers. See? He gets the best ones.... Jonathon tried to say something. Sarah went - Shhh, let me listen.... They were Afro-Cuban-Soul. Real good. Front woman's the best. Then James Corden came on, but I needed a bathroom break and missed the first few minutes... (got back)... Gee, BETTER CALL SAUL is real hot. Corden had the Bob Odenkirk (forgive spelling) guy from the show... Sarah watches him. Loves it. Vampires don't spend a lot a time killing people. They go for walks... drink wine... buy all kinds a crap for themselves ... order fancy shit from CRATE & BARREL or WILLIAMS-SONOMA. I don't know where all the catalogs come from. Companies must target vampires. They watch a lot of television too.

Jonathon's upset about @trevornoah taking over for Jon Stewart (hey, they're both 'Jonathons') 'cause of that flip 'Israel doesn't know how to be peaceful' line... Says he's gonna write a letter. I say - Tweet, or Email... He gives me a look. Technology ain't his thing. We're all supposed to know that by now...... on TV David Beckham and James Corden are doing an underwear thing. Wow, Beckham's got too many tattoos, like an eight week old plaster cast. Man, what lampshades the Nazis 'd make out a him.

Sarah says - You know, Jonathon, if you're so worked up about that new Daily Show guy, why don't you do something about it?.... What? - he says..... She goes - Confront him. Where is he, Los Angeles? Go out there. Talk to him. Tell him how you feel. What's his name will let you use his plane. See, if you ask me, night-folk don't get involved enough..... What do you call 'cull the wicked. save the worthy?' - he says..... Micro, that's micro. I'm talking about on a macro level. change the world in a big way. If I was a vampire in the nineteen forties I'd have killed Hitler, Tojo, Stalin and all their acolytes. Maybe some others too...... Jonathon goes - We go through this all the time! Deranged dictators ACCEPT the existence of the paranormal world. They HAVE vampire bodyguards, for God's sake. (then he points to me) You know that blog 'rerun' he ran last night, Roman emperors, night-folk imperial assassins and all that? Well, NEWS FLASH! They're STILL like that. You think Putin and Whoever the got in China don't have a few vampires stashed away somewhere? It's not so easy. They know about lead. They know what it can do to us. Look! What did that 'unofficial' Vatican group do to 'Papa?!" They kept him for centuries!!!

Edith comes in from the kitchen and goes - What are you fighting about? I can't hear my movie..... Jonathon goes - Nothing. We're just talking.... Edith says - Nice Baby Moses Baskets. Who's gettin' them this year?.... He goes - I don't know..... But he shakes his foot, so you know he's getting nervous.... Sarah says - I am not trying to fight with you. I just think you should be a little more confrontational where it counts... He goes - Uh huh, you don't know. You just don't know....Then he starts rattling off stuff real fast in Old Spanish..... Edith goes - Stop it! Nobody understands when you Ricky Ricardo us like that. Stop it!.... He stomps out and goes upstairs muttering medieval Andalucian oaths.  They watch him go.... Edith says - I'm gone back to Gene Kelly... and leaves. Sarah switches to some PBS thing about Helena Rubinstein and Elizabeth Arden. But she's not really paying attention. Three heartbeats later, she turns to me and says - Billy, you know when he mentioned that new guy from The Daily Show?..... I go - Yeah?.... She says - Make it clickable. That way any reader, and I know we have readers, who wants to say something can. Either way. I don't care. For or against. Let them talk. That's the important thing. Let them talk. I know what I'm going to say.

So I made it clickable. We'll see what happens.... Night-folk venture into politics.

Another evening at the townhouse.....

Annie's out somewhere with the elferinas. That's all I know....

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Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: HOW THE IMPERIAL ROMANS CONTROL THEIR VAMPIRE BODY...

Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: HOW THE IMPERIAL ROMANS CONTROL THEIR VAMPIRE BODY...: This is a city of vipers. Back stabbers are everywhere and cruelly kidnapped senatorial daughters are regularly sold as whores in the souks...Could not blog tonight. Got mixed up with a theoretic NOTORIOUS LANDLADY reboot... This Time in NYC and staring COLIN FARRELL and ROSARIO DAWSON in place of Jack Lemon and Kim Novack.. A delightful, urbane, murder-romance.. I'll let you know what happens...



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Sunday, March 29, 2015

LOVE AMONG THE NIGHT-FOLK ... 3/29/15

Jonathon studied his image in the bathroom mirror. The changes were subtle, but real, just the same. And even if this was his second body, it was still a remarkable match. Doctor Franklin arranged it that way. But there were differences. The skin seemed even smoother...more like it always was. You must remember that Jonathon was only eighteen when the burden fell upon him. The second body was twenty eight... ten years difference. Yet whatever incongruencies still remain diminish every night.

Perhaps what they say is true? The brain and body are but the 'switchboard' by which the soul effects and experiences the world. Maybe Jonathon's essence, what he truly is, his soul, tweaks the equipment (his body) a bit? Whatever the cause, the original Jonathon, in a physical sense, is coming back. He could play the guitar again and the oud. His hands knew the way and he liked that. Even the moles were changing. Everything returned to how it was. Sarah noticed too. She bathed him. after all and knew parts of his form even better than he did. They laughed about it. She said - I suppose I'm the 'older woman' again... For her form was naturally twenty eight years old. He bit her and said - You don't taste old....She said - Are you sure?..... He went back for another kiss. She watched him savor it and whispered - Well?... He said - No, not old, but let me sample somewhere else... And she purred, as he did...

Vampirinas can purr. Did you know that? Vampirinos too.

And the hot, soapy water positively vibrated, as they savored each other's most vulnerable parts, there in that dim, candlelit bathroom.

Thus passed an evening in the townhouse. Were they always true to each other? Well, I suppose in their fashion. For night-folk see things differently. It's not who you tickle. It's who you love.

I am not Billy and I am not one of the disembodied spirit narrators you know. I'm not Mister Never-You-Mind, or Zebulon, or Johannon.... I am 'me' and I am just passing through. But I thought you'd like to know, or at least reacquaint yourselves with what you once knew.

Now, let me take my leave, for the ethereal winds bear me someplace else.

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Saturday, March 28, 2015

ANNIE WANTS TO BE A ZOMBIE KILLER... 3/28/15

I'm trying to be quiet. Everyone else is sleeping. Night-folk, day-folk, everybody. Edith bought some grappa. I like grappa. think it's like a crude type of wine...very light... almost clear. And it's cold too. 

Annie wants to be a blood vial girl. Sarah says she doesn't have to, because she does that. I say how's she going to get into hospitals and houses anyway? She can't sublimate. She can't move through matter..... She goes - So? SO? SOOO!!??... Then she gives me an old fashioned razor blade, the kind that goes into a heavy, stainless steel, 'safety razor' from years ago and says - Please? Please? Please?..... She wants me to slice into my finger tips and let the blood run into one of those little test tube things she has so she can give it to 'nice' sick people. I say - How will you know who the nice ones are?.... She shrugs.... But with that aura of hers, she will know... Am I supposed to just give her the blood? ...She's serious about this. I say - Here's money. Go give them money. That'll help... And she takes it. She gives it out, but she wants more.

I think she misses her vampiric abilities. Edith says she might develop powers of her own. Annie says - What kind? How long? Tell me..... Says what she really wants to be is a zombie killer. Look, it's not like in stories. We're not overrun with decomposing, shuffling idiots. But they are out there. They are around. You remember Uther aus Ulm, the uber zombie... 'Fleisch Esser' he calls it. Google it if you don't, or if you're new. My God... Eight hundred thousand words... Must be more than eight hundred thousand words by now. 

Billy's getting desperate. He blames us. He says we want the fame. I don't know. Maybe we do, a little bit. But he really wants it. That's why he's on Twitter all the time... social networking and all that... What if it works? Who'd play me in the movie?... Who'd be Jonathon ben Macabi, also known as Tomas de Macabea... If they filmed at night, maybe I could play myself?... Hope there's no dancing in it. ... Listen to me. I sound crazy.

I decided on little rectangles of gold bullion for the 'Baby Moses Baskets.' They sell them in the Jewelry District...'Jewelers' Row.' I don't know where I'll leave them, or who might get them.... A long time ago, we used to put beautiful little dolls in the baskets... Pequenos Moises we called them. I could give you the Hebrew and Arabic for it, but I'm too tired. My mind is in English mode now. We used to hide all the little treasures around the doll and tuck it in with a warm soft blanket... Some of the old dolls are valuable relics now. Few know they originally represented Baby Moses. Boy, was he ever the poster boy for adoption... 'Poster boy'... Look how I use terms like that..

Please excuse me. I know there's two more hours of darkness, but I am so tired. Maybe not the way mortals get tired, but I still crave my rest.

Sleep, whether vampire, or mortal is such a special thing.

(with that, He gets up, clicks off the TV, which was really functioning as a night light anyway... closes the laptop, turns off the lamp and goes upstairs... the little ghost boy from the basement materializes out of the darkness and watches him leave)

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Thursday, March 26, 2015

Our Vampire Gets Jerusalem Fever... 3/27/15

The next night, Jonathon went to see the basket weavers, three ladies from the Carolina Sea Isles who made 'Moses Baskets' for him on a regular basis, at least since the Second World War. They shared an old Victorian in University City, not far from the Penn campus. Once they were nurses, now they bring sweet grass to life. You can buy it in The Reading Terminal Market. They bring it up for crafters... artisans skilled in the ways of long ago.  Miss Aggie, the oldest of the three, knows Gullah and not just a phrase here and there. She's conversant and fluid in that Old English-West African dialect once spoken by many people, regardless of background all up and down The Low Country. I won't go into the particulars. You can google those.

The second sister, Miss Lena, brought out the baskets, three, cradle shaped, high sided, vessels with handles woven in on both sides. She said - Look how the colors dance all around. Got green and tan and that red-brown color everybody likes. Nice grass this year. I must say. I can smell Daufuskie Island. (sniffs again) That is Daufuskie Island. Don't you think so, Bessie?... Bessie, the third sister goes - What are you talking about? I told you it smelled like Daufuskie Island. You got nasal polyps. You don't smell nothing.... Then she makes eyes at Jonathon. Miss Bessie likes the vampire visitor. She knows about him. They all do, only being polite, well bred ladies, they never think about it. Well, almost never. Back when they were nurses, Jonathon used to bring 'booster shots.' That's what they called them.... tiny little test tubes from an old toy chemistry set... maybe two inches long and a quarter inch wide. Sometimes he'd bring two. Once in a while three. Each filled with fresh, hot, potent vampire blood. You could hide it in gravy real easy. Mix it up in the mashed potatoes. Aides didn't ask any questions. Nurse'd say - Here, Frances, let me give Mrs. Lowy her tonic. Then, tap-tap-tap, in it went. And Mrs. Lowy got all lively again... giggled, made 'eyes' at people and everything. Did anybody do bad? You tell me?

Then they sat and visited for a while. The second one, Miss Lena, brought out homemade dandelion wine. Got the greens from The Reading Terminal Market too. Bring 'em down from the Poconos, but that's later on in the season. I don't know where they get 'em from now. Jonathon didn't want any at first, because sometimes dandelion wine has residue and to a vampire, that can be very distressing. But they assured him it was suited to his 'special condition,' so he downed a small, cordial glass, had a refill and said it was good. Jonathon was very fond of the three sisters. In truth, they were approximately ninety seven years old. But friendship with a vampire has its benefits and they did not look a day pasted seventy five. In return for the sweet grass artistry, he gave each a high grade, two and a half carat, pear shaped diamond ring. Figured they'd sell two and share the third.

He took a taxi back to the townhouse. Could a sublimated, but didn't want to contaminate such spiritually symbolic cargo with vampire magic. Had the driver leave him off on the corner (this one wasn't a 'familiar') so he wouldn't know exactly where the night-folk lived.

When Edith saw him enter the kitchen and put the baskets on the counter (each stacked neatly into the other) she said - Uh oh, Passover coming. Look at them beautiful 'Baby Moses Baskets!' What you gonna put in 'em?.... Jonathon ran his fingers over the neat, tight rope-on-rope pattern and said - Oh, the usual, candies, jellies, chocolates, maybe a few special things......

Last year you put ten thousand dollars in each. You gonna do that again? - she asked.

But he just shrugged and went upstairs, where he locked himself into the music library that was also a chapel and listened to Mendelsohnn's ELIJAH, The Passover Oratorio, in its entirety.... Then he squeezed his eyes shut tight til they bled.....

Annie peeked out of her room. She heard the music. She heard his voice.  Sarah was already listening by the door. The unusual, little girl said - Is he OK?..... Sarah whispered - Yes, shhh. Go to sleep. 

When vampires pray, vampires pray.

You know... he leaves those 'Baby Moses Baskets' around town. If you're in Philadelphia during the Easter-Passover season... keep your eyes open.

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Wednesday, March 25, 2015

THE LITTLE GHOST BOY HELPS ANNIE FILCH JEWELRY .. 3/26/15

Annie wanted to talk. Jonathon didn't. He was happy she got home all right, but when Passover approaches he gets Jerusalem Fever real bad. Just wants to sit and stare into the fireplace. Helps when it's turned on. Gas, you know. But even so...

Annie said - Some dirty lady with dried piss on her shoes kissed my face. Eww, she smelled like old man beer and cold french fries. Why'd she do that?

What did you do to her? - asked Edith.

Nothin' - said Annie. Just gave her a sixtyfive hundred dollar Mikkimodo pearl necklace.

How do you know? - asked Edith.... It said on the tag - answered Annie.

Sarah, who'd been reading a HOMES & LAND real estate listing magazine for MALIBU that came in the post (vampires are on a lot of mailing lists) said - Wait a minute. Where'd you get it?

From the box. From the treasure box, the safe, we got in the basement. The ghost boy showed me. Why? - asked Annie.

Jonathon, momentarily roused from his spiritual reverie, quietly goes - You're not supposed to look in there..... 

Annie wants to respond, but Sarah shushes her. Three heartbeats later Jonathon turns back toward the hearth and starts mouthing prayers again..... Sarah says - How'd you open it?..... Annie shrugs - Why, didn't I do right? It was 'house treasure.' Didn't belong to nobody. Not nobody special. What'd I do???

Sarah - Nothing. Just leave that safe alone. We have to be careful how we use that treasure. We don't want to attract any unnecessary attention. Do you understand?

Annie nods.....

Sarah - How'd did you open it?

Annie - The little ghost boy told me. He saw. He saw when Jonathon did it. He's got a real good memory (trails off) Knows a lot a poems...

Sarah - Is that all you took?..... Annie nods...

Sarah - Then where'd you get those five carat, diamond stud earrings? (quietly) One still has the tag.

Annie - Ohhh, I forgot...

Sarah smiles and shakes her head.

Annie - Can I wear 'em for a little bit?

Sarah - Til you fall asleep. Come on. I'll read to you. I'll tuck you in... Annie goes - From The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry???... Sarah goes - What else?.....

They go upstairs.... Edith says - Night.... Annie says 'night' too.... Jonathon mumbles his own send off.

Edith thumbs through the Malibu real estate magazine.

Jonathon returns to 'out of body land.' He awakens to the clarion call of the ram's horn, as The Children of Israel and The Mixed Multitude that joined them, march forth in amazement from the delta city of Ra-Pythom, into The Arms of God...

Wow! Did you know beachfront, Malibu rents for one hundred thousand dollars a month?

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Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: JONATHON a.k.a. TOMAS, IN PERSIA DURING THE AGE O...

Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: JONATHON a.k.a. TOMAS, IN PERSIA DURING THE AGE O...: The voyage down the Red Sea and around Arabia Felix, as The Yemen was known in those days was uneventful. I fed before we left. Twins, they...BEHOLD! As Jonathon and Sarah wait for Annie to come home, after her night wandering the city, our vampirino regales his present 'wife' with tales of nights in Old Persia soon after his vampiric transformation. They sit, bundled up, in the cold, March, kitchen garden (basically a glorified patio) out behind the townhouse, staring up at the distant, 'icy' stars.



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Tuesday, March 24, 2015

STRANGE LITTLE GIRL WITH AN AURA .. 3/24/15

They let me out by myself. Nobody bothers me. Edith says I have this aura. Piney People call it a 'heart fire.' I can walk down the most rough, common, shitty, shitty street there is and stick my tongue out at people and give them the finger, but they won't even see me. I'm not invisible, just protected. 

The lady in the Rite-Aid laughed when I tried to pay for a copy of Coastal Living Magazine (I like beaches). She said - Keep your money, honey.... And she gave me a CLIFF BAR too... peanut butter, the kind I like. Before I left, Jonathon said - Annie, please don't come back too late. You know how we worry... I told him they did not have to worry, 'cause they don't. You know how Eddie Murphy looked for a golden child in that old movie? Well, I'm that child. Don't ask me how it happened. I can't tell you, 'cause I don't know.  And don't ask me about my regular-people family in California. I mean I love them and all. But it didn't work out. I'm The Flintstones. They're The Jetsons. I like Fruit Loops. They like crappy stuff. Like when I used to watch a DVD of DUMBO all day long they used to get angry. My mother got all red and blotchy (that meant nerves). I'd say - Can't you bastards see them God damned sons a bitches got Dumbo's mother in jail!.... My mama'd bang her glass on the table (big, thick bottomed, Old Fashioned, whiskey glass) and go - Can't you see them animals ain't actors, they're just cartoons!?..... I'd slap my hands over my ears and sing Somewhere Over The Rainbow real loud... and now, I guess, I'm there.

I buy myself little bottles a nail polish from the Walgreen's. They got the ones I like. Lady smiles at me. Hands me back the money and says - Bless your heart. Ain't you Little Miss Thing!... I say - Thank you and go outside... Coffee shop give me free pancakes and everything. Edith helps me paint my nails. Sarah lets me wear it for a night or two, then makes me take it off. I say -Are you a communiss'? What do you mean I can't wear no nail polish!? Don't you know I just bought three boxes a heavy duty Kotex for a drunk woman! Don't that mean nothin'?!... Guess it didn't.... I ask the druggist for diabetic medicine. Don't know how I know the words, but I do. Something puts 'em in my head. Then I go out on the street and give it to poor folks what need it. Voice in my head points me to 'em. 

Annie goes - I talk bad, but I'm a good girl... And you know what?... I'm gettin' even better.

With that she walks away, disappearing into the shadows. ... Have there been creatures like her before?... Of course, though they were mostly killed or crippled up, or made mute, or something. What do you think death camps, Coliseums and auto da fe's were for? Come on. Grow up.

But no one bothers her, as she walks through dark, narrow, sticky, alleys, where 'crazy people' sleep, or at least lay down and mumble.

That's how she learns....

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Monday, March 23, 2015

Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: A WEIRD & WONDERFUL GRANDMOTHER & HER DELIGHTFULLY...

Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: A WEIRD & WONDERFUL GRANDMOTHER & HER DELIGHTFULLY...: As we all know, the magic (or burden) of vampirism settles on each and every one of us quite differently. Some share the experience, while ...What if you were raised by your grandmother and she became a vampire to please her vampire boyfriend when she was in her sixties?



And what if she was still taking care of you into your nineties? ... It happened to a family in Manhattan. The grandkids were never much into vampirism and the grandmother didn't want to make an issue of it, although she doesn't want to see her grandkids die. That happens to responsible, family oriented vampires all the time... and it makes them very sad. 



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Sunday, March 22, 2015

A VAMPIRINA TAKES A LITTLE GIRL FOR PANCAKES .. 3/22/15

Annie has a purpose. She doesn't know it, but she suspects. I suppose scope and direction of her purpose means little to her. She senses power and understanding and knowledge. And she was meant to live surrounded by night-people, for who better to guard and understand a little girl like her?

I cannot tell you exactly what she is, though I can furnish an illustration. In ages gone by, people thought stars were tiny, pinpoint holes punched in the Heavenly Dome so fleeting beams of Divine Light might pass through. Perhaps she is one of those? Granted, her actions have not always been what one might call 'Godly,' but that happens. The finest hounds grow from unruly puppies. The being we call 'Papa' was attracted to her for a reason.

Some believe she came through more than seventy years ago. The tainted vessel, known as Hitler, knew. That's why he slaughtered so many children. Well, it was one of the reasons. Whether she was, at that time, a little Polish Catholic girl, or a German Jewish girl, or a Roma (Gypsy) or any other victim is not known. But she was there and they destroyed her. Now she's back.

Basically, she's just a child. Annie asks - What ever happened to the lady who gave her kid shitty pizza? ... Sarah says she doesn't know, but can find out. ... Annie goes - And the little girl too? The one who ate the shitty pizza?... Sarah nods... the little girl too... Annie goes - Shitty pizza, shitty pizza, shitty pizza. I like the way that sounds. There ought to be a 'shitty pizza' song..... Annie smiles. Sarah smiles too. They sit downstairs in the basement, playing Chutes and Ladders with the little ghost boy, the polio victim. He can't manipulate, or interact with physical matter, at least not consistently, so Annie takes a turn on his behalf. He likes that. Look, he still wants to win.

Edith keeps Jonathon company. They sit in his music-room-chapel. He reads treatises from La Ciencia Vampirismo.  She likes the way the ancient lambskin pages smell. The colors are still quite vivid. Handwritten old books are like that. In a sense, it's a bit of a compendium... lots of Kabbalistic texts distilled and slightly altered for vampire eyes and other paths toward the divine too. Night-folk experience so much. To be truthful, La Ciencia Vampirismo is still being written. Literate observation never stops.

Jonathon pauses, turns toward his old, mortal friend. Edith comments on the material in her own, homespun way.... The 'correction of the soul.'... That's what it's all about. And apparently Annie has a part to play.

The parchesi game down in the basement (actually a best of five series) comes to an end. Sarah and Annie let the little ghost boy win. He likes that. After they put the game away, Sarah takes Annie for pancakes. Their favorite Waffle House is open all night, so that's not a problem. Now, little girls out for pancakes in the wee, small hours of the morning might be a bit unusual, but 'vampire eyes' take care of everything. So they sit there, among twenty-somethings coming down from a night at the clubs. Sarah likes the hot tea.

Annie wants a few scratch-off lottery tickets on the way out. Sarah says they don't need it. Money, in their world isn't a problem. Annie begs. She insists. Sarah pays for three five dollar, twelve ways to win games. Needless to say, each one is a winner. Seven hundred and fifty dollars for a strange, more than enchanted little girl.

But on the way home through the dark, not quite winter, not quite spring streets, she gives it all to a part time homeless woman with nine fingers.... She goes - Hey, lady, you need any money?..... Woman goes - Sure. When don't I need money?.... Annie gives it to her, six hundreds and three fifties from the three, two hundred and fifty dollar wins.... The woman looks at Sarah... Sarah goes - It's all right. Take it.... The woman does. They walk away.

Annie goes - I like that. It felt good.... Sarah straightens the little girl's scarf and says - I know.

And they walk on toward the house.

Annie's changed... Not 'Little Bastid Annie' anymore...

And she's only beginning....

Edith silently opens the door and lets them in. Then she just as silently locks it.

Thus ends the night, as the first grey wash of dawn plays over the bricks.

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Thursday, March 19, 2015

The Circle of Life Broadway 1998 Tonys.. ANNIE TALKS ABOUT CIRCLES TOO .3/19/15





They sat in the kitchen. Odd, even in a largely vampire household, so much happens in the kitchen. Annie was bathed and dressed in an outfit Sarah got for her... skinny jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt and a hoodie. Sarah knows. Edith gave her fish sticks, but the good kind, made from real fish. And they all just sat there watching her eat. She'd dip into the cocktail sauce... take a bite... savor the flavor... Jonathon would say - Do you want to tell us anything?..... Annie'd say - Uh huh... Then she'd eat some more. Even Baylah was there. Annie looked at her and said - She's pretty.... Baylah mouthed - Thank you.... A few heartbeats later, she downed eight ounces of SNAPPLE, took a breath and said - OK, I'm ready. Edith, could you like lower the lights? I talk better in less light.... Edith says - Sure baby... and adjusts the dimmer switch.


Then they sit there 'round the large, granite breakfast bar like a paranormal version of that Night Hawks painting. Hey, they are night-folks after all. Nobody says a word. The tall clock in the entrance hall chimes. The polite, little, good-hearted ghost boy watches from the shadows.


Annie sighed, looked down at the glossy counter top and began ---- When I got zapped off them shootie-chutes, I didn't appear on the street outside here right away. It felt like it was right away, but it wasn't. You know a second has fifty million scillion little pieces in it. And each of those pieces can be chopped up a whole lot more. I know, 'cause I saw this thing on TV and Albert Einstein's head... like a cartoon version of his head, bounced all around explaining it. You know... black holes... time and all.. and he sang little songs. Well, that's what happened to me. I did things. I was with people... or they looked like people. Vampires look like people, but they're not. Other things look like people too. They told me that the big thing is not that we are people, but that we're something else......


Where were they... the ones who spoke to you? - asked Sarah. What did they look like?


I don't know - moaned the strange little girl. They changed. Like smoke, but there was no smoke. Maybe like mist. Is that the right word? You know, I don't go to school and my 'mother's' like a teacher too. Do you think God made a mistake? Do you think I was always supposed to be here? 


Jonathon kissed the top of her head and said - I don't know.


The arc of a life and the arc of a death go together to form a circle. I remember that. They said that - whispered Annie. I don't know what it means. I thought maybe it was words from a song, but I couldn't remember which one. Is it from a song?


It's from something, but not a song - said Jonathon.


Edith knew. She knew because he sometimes hid the books with her. You know... like when he's on the run, or hiding, or when 'stuff' is happening. A lot of people hide things in The Jersey Pine Barrens. She has a cabin there. That'a where Mister Edith is. That's where them Red Paint People are and Pin Head Mel and Horsey Skeezix. Mafia hides bodies there too. Some say you can hear them mumbling under the mud.


Every once in a while, Edith would look through the books. La Ciencia Vampirismo and the journal. She wasn't fluent in archaic Spanish and other old Iberian dialects, but witchy-women have their ways. The letters would dance around on the page and snake from place to place til she could read the ancient, vellum pages. And once, in an old, buried casket, she found a moldering copy of The Zohar (The Radiance), first book of The Kabbalah. Two Red Paint guys told her she should put it back. They said the belief is religious treatises have souls and when no longer serviceable are interred like the dead. But she heard it calling to her. Maybe it wasn't so 'dead?'


The arc of a life and the arc of a death... Edith knew what that meant too.


And what with Annie being back and all, something was gonna happen.... Will it be scary?..... Who knows?


But look, you hang around here. So you sure as hell know it'll be weird.


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MAYBE FATE IS JUST HOW IT IS?... 3/19/15

<continuation of episode where ANNIE shows up>

Jonathon looks at Annie and says - What happened? Why are you here?..... She put down the cake and says - I don't know. thought I was on the shootie-chutes. what are you askin' me for.... Jonathon says - Let me see your teeth.... Annie grimaces, exposing her teeth and goes - See? she already asked me that. I'm not a vampire. OK? ... Edith says - She just came. I looked out through the drapes and she was walking up and down the street, all alone in the dark...... Annie goes - I was afraid to come in..... Jonathon asks - Why?... She just shrugs..... Sarah comes in too. She gasps. She just looks... Annie returns to her hunk of cake and says - Hello, vampire-lady (then to no one) Shit. Why'd I eat this crap? She would a took me for pancakes?... Jonathon wants to question her, but Sarah shuts him up. Annie can be a touchy kid and now's not the time.

So they fix her up in a nice, little room on the third floor and tuck her into bed. Annie says she wants to watch a movie. Jonathon and Sarah don't have any children's movies. But Edith has some DVD's in her room and an old DVD player. So they set it up in Annie's room and put in The Wizard Of Oz. The strange, little girl drifts off to the strains of Over The Rainbow, as two moral vampires and a witchy-woman from the Jersey Pine Barrens talked about her downstairs.

Sometimes night-folk attempt to control their own fates. They forget that they are simply tools and implements controlled by others. You may recall a phrase Jonathon occasionally quotes - Not The Shepherd, but the sheepdog.... That's how a lot of vampires, the moral, or 'noble' vampires see things.

Maybe Annie was wrong to leave? Whether vampirina or mortal, maybe her place was here with these special souls?... Well, now she was back.

The little ghost boy in the basement was glad. He sublimated up through the house and sat by her bed as she slept. He liked The Wizard Of Oz too. When it was over, he listened to her breath. Unlike the vampires, Annie really needed to breathe and the ghost boy liked the sound. After all, he was a polio victim and breath was dear to him.

Jonathon wanted to return to the streets for a final walk... one last patrol before sun-up. Days were growing longer now and vampires don't like that. Every moment in moonlight is a moment of freedom. 

But Jonathon did not go out again. He stayed home that night. Annie was there... And he had to be there too.

Shhh, she's sleeping. Come back next time. Maybe she'll talk...

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Tuesday, March 17, 2015

SOMETIMES I JUST WRITE STUFF, OK? ... 3/17/15

This is not my regular post. That will come a bit later tonight. This is just a dialog (monologue ?) .. a message for other bloggers and writers. Basically, just some musings I'd like to share. I don't know how to put up graphs and charts or photos. All I can do is feature music vids from You Tube. I do that from time to time for 'atmosphere,' or to provide a 'score.' But this won't even have that. 

OK, here it is---
1) Don't edit yourself. Put it ALL on the screen. Listen to the characters talk and just write it down. It's not strange. It's unique. Don't get too hung up on grammar or punctuation. You know... within reason, but what do you want to be, a writer, or a secretary? Only supercilious nerds will call you to task for minor infractions or inaccurate spelling. Besides, even Shakespeare never met an extra 'e' he didn't like. Play the keyboard like a musician, not like a mathematician.

2) Support everybody. Follow as many people as possible. I don't know much about Face Book. Most of my references are based on Twitter. Retweet as many posts as you can. New voices CRAVE exposure. So put your efforts where they'll do the most good. I know Twitter has a FAVORITES thing, but nobody SEES that. It's like the opposite of a MUTE.. like saying - here's a gold star that nobody else will ever see.. OK to use in conjunction WITH a ReTweet, but alone ?... let it go. And when I say 'follow everybody,' I mean everybody like you... creative types --- writers, actors, flame swallowers... Don't follow people trying to sell big lists of followers, or people who just don't appreciate you...... 

3) With that we come to BIG NAME, or 'celebrity' accounts. What do you get from that? Many are manned by assistants, or interns (not all, but a lot) and you're just there to read their billboards. A little one sided. Follow stars who at least interact every once in a while and retweeting your gushing praise doesn't count as interacting... You gotta know that. Approach them the same way you would interesting people who aren't well known. Ask about viewpoints, creative philosophies, where they got their first big break. Don't beg for a 'follow' 'cause you're their biggest fan, or your dog just ran away with a bunch a drunken carnies. They don't care. They ARE drunken carnies. (boy, don't that life look fun from the outside?)

4) That's all for now... David Letterman just came on... and CBS is gonna  publicly throw him into a volcano soon, so I don't want to miss it... Not the volcano part, but all the episodes leading up to it... I'm pretty sure they give him a pain killer first

5) OK, now I'm done. Fiction post comes later... Paul's playing I'M A SOUL MAN... God, that band is good.

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THE STRANGE JUVENILE BEING KNOWN AS ANNIE COMES BACK... 3/17/15

THE TOWNHOUSE KITCHEN, LATE AT NIGHT.

A thin, little girl, perhaps nine or ten years old, with stringy, light hair sits at the table eating soup. She is Little Bastid ANNIE. EDITH watches her from across the table. The room is dim. A small flat screen TV plays in the background.

EDITH - Is is good?

ANNIE nods.

EDITH - You want more? I got plenty...

ANNIE shakes her head.

EDITH - ANNIE.... how'd you get here?

ANNIE - They brung me (continues eating)...

EDITH - Who 'brung' you?

ANNIE shrugs.

EDITH - Does your family know? You were with your family, right?

ANNIE nods and looks around. EDITH gives her a paper towel. ANNIE wipes her mouth.

ANNIE - I guess so....

They sit in silence. ANNIE stares at the TV, focusing on a young couple touring houses.

EDITH, the 'witchy-woman' housekeeper, studies the girl... ANNIE begins to laugh, though nothing funny happened on screen.

EDITH - shh... shh... shh...

ANNIE - (looks at her) You want me to tell you stuff?

EDITH - Yeah... if it's true... Is it true?

ANNIE - (nods) Yeah, it's true..... You got any cookies?

EDITH - Yeah. You want some?

ANNIE - (shakes her head)No, but I might like want some later. Is it alright?

EDITH - Yeah, sure it's alright. You know that.....

More silence.....

EDITH - Why were you laughing?

ANNIE - (shrugs, then speaks) Want me to tell you what they looked like?

EDITH - Who?

ANNIE - Them what brung me.....

EDITH just stares.....

ANNIE - I didn't come in no train. I didn't come in no plane, or no automobile, either...

EDITH - That don't mean nothing. Folks travel a lot a different ways 'round here. You know that....

ANNIE - (nods) You got any deodorant? You know, I wear deodorant now.

EDITH - Do you? That's nice. Yeah, we got some. It's 'store brand.' I buy what's on sale though. That's just me. CVS stuff. Is that OK?

ANNIE - I don't care... You want me to tell you 'bout who brung me?

EDITH - Yeah, sure, of course I do. Who brung you? Annie, are you still 'regular?' Show me your teeth...

ANNIE - (raises her upper lip) See? No fangs.

EDITH exhales.

ANNIE - There was four of them. I told you, I can't tell you their names, because I don't know their names. But I'll tell you what they looked like. One was all in white. One was like in a fiery color. The other guy was coppery... Real shiny and real coppery. I can't remember the forth one. I keep thinkin' a lion, but that's from The Wizard of Oz.

EDITH - (recognizes the Arch Angelic references) Does your family know?

ANNIE - I don't know. They know I'm not there. First I was on the shootie-chutes and then WHOOSH! no more shootie-chutes. Hope the fat kid next to me don't get in no trouble.... You got any Entenmann's? Like for desert... 

Edith - Yeah, we always got Entenmann's . Billy lives here. Gimme a minute....

She gets up to go get the cake. JONATHON returns from a night out, enters the kitchen and sees ANNIE...

JONATHON - Oh Jala! (Old Spanish- Al Andalus Arabic for 'Oh God!)

ANNIE giggles and makes a face. 

Edith gives her the cake.

< in case you don't know, Little Bastid ANNIE was a strange mortal child, before becoming a vampire and then, through desperate means, mortal again... now she's back>

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Sunday, March 15, 2015

Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: a continuation--- AND THE VAMPIRE STEPPED OUT OF T...

Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: a continuation--- AND THE VAMPIRE STEPPED OUT OF T...: The monk-not-quite- a monk felt the breath against his throat. He laid down upon the bare, gray mattress and stared up into the darkness. T...The child-vampire, Annie (when she was still with us) creates an ally.

Then, later, she finds a way to regain her mortality (with help from various sources). She's out there now... and she hears voices too...



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Prepare for the return of Little Bastid Annie.



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Thursday, March 12, 2015

Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: a good place to jump into a tale-- THE IMPERIAL CITY.. a venue for the strange & mira...

Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: THE IMPERIAL CITY.. a venue for the strange & mira...: We were there. We were in the Pantheon and our guide was a former emperor. Votive flames illuminated the many idols spaced 'round the p...Can't post. Not back at the hotel. Doing this on friend's phone, or rather he is. Here's a nice place to jump into one of our story arcs. Hone your skills... We all have them... Think... focus... Make it so. A side trip during the visit to THE HERMETIC ORDER OF THE GOLDEN DAWN house in London.... Gotta stop. Friend getting an attitude.



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Wednesday, March 11, 2015

THE RATHER ECCLESIASTIC, VAMPIRE, JONATHON, CRAVES WORLDLY FAME.. 3/12/15

Jonathon speaks tonight. Billy is still indisposed. Much better, but not really able to produce much that you would want to read. His mind wanders. Such was his ordeal.

But I will use this time to assert myself a bit and put forward my own ideas and viewpoints. I know it sounds strange, but I want some independence. I want a Twitter site of my own. No Billy. No filter. Just me. How this is done, I know not. But I have watched others at this device (thus my typing tonight) and am quite sure I can learn. 

You might be surprised by the things I say. Oh, I have communicated before right here. But Twitter is a different thing.. So immediate and real... a conversation with the world... And I do know a lot about the world.

But what's this 'avatar' thing and how do I get one? It is known that in the long ago days of the blessed Daniel and Nehemiah (who have I left out?) Persian Jews traveled east to confer with Dharmic believers in Bactria and the surrounding principalities. Although their realization of the Divine was quite different, their morals and philosophy were not. Indeed, we learned a lot from them, as the last books in out Holy Canon attest. 

Avatar meant (still does, I think) an earthly illustration of the 'godhead.' We had fits over that term. He who made all (and that includes every galaxy and universe) Is One and inviolate. Thus we, His sentient, soul-filled children, regardless of form, are one and inviolate too. But we persevered for conversation was of the highest order and the food, being vegetarian, posed no problem to 'our side.'

Well, getting back to that 'avatar' thing...divine, I am not.  Indeed, in the past, Sons of Israel, as well as Sons of Ishmael, made not graven images, lest simpletons used them for idols. But now one sees representations of humans and animals all about us. Even Ishmaeli kings grace magazine covers. So I, obviously, want to share my countenance with the world... whether via photography, or more painterly pursuits I have not yet decided.

Perhaps I will contact, or be contacted by one of you... a person who reads this... and if God wills it, that person will be an artist. Maybe an arrangement might be reached, where that new found ally would supply likenesses in exchange for illustrative credit. I am told this blog thing is evolving toward book form, so such a relationship would prove beneficial to us all?

How vain I am. How vain all night-folk are. I hope you do me justice.

As they say--- So let it be written... So let it be done.

It is midnight here and I am finished --- selah.

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Tuesday, March 10, 2015

What Holds you Here?... 3/11/15

Everyone is at risk. The phenomenon is well documented. No one knows the cause. No one knows how to prevent it. I'm talking about 'winkers,'... people who are there one minute and gone the next. It happens in that instant when you look away, or leave the room to get pretzels. The neighbor lady was right there, leafing through your OK Magazine and eating Girl Scout Cookies. But then... when you return, the Samoas are there. The magazine's on the floor, though the neighbor lady's vanished. She's not in the powder room, nor snooping through your mail scattered atop the dining room table. The door's locked. Your husband is upstairs sleeping and the kids are safe in 'juvvie' hall. They're coming back, but she ain't. The universe just winked her out of existence, or transfered her somewhere's else.

We do know that atomic particles can be instantaneously sent from one point to another. At times it happens spontaneously. Now you see it. Now you don't. This is like that, except the particles are a bit larger.  And I'm not talking about alleged government experiments, such as the one in the Philadelphia Navy Yard circa 1943. Doctor Franklin supposedly knows something about that, but he won't tell you anything.

I'm talking about S.M.T. ---- spontaneous matter transference.... the mysterious 'little sister' to spontaneous human combustion. I know a lot of S.H.C. stories stem from the accidental witnessing of vampire feedings. Victims always ignite into 'cool' blue flames and burn to ash. You know how many drained lifeless bodies they'd have on You Tube otherwise?But even so, SOME cases appear to occur in and of themselves. And certain instances are never explained.

Imagine walking along a city street, taking in the scene, checking yourself out in shop window, humming little tunes, when ZAP!... your eyes behold the orange skies of Mars, as your skin instantly freezes and your lungs turn to glass..... Even worse, you solidify deep within a twenty two hundred degree magma chamber. How long would it take to die? How long does it take for a brain to burn?

Now, to be truthful, no one ever disappears while being watched, even if just momentarily... a stranger's glance will do. It's like the old scientific maxim --- measuring something both validates it and alters it at the same time.... They 'look' therefore I 'am.' Maybe that's why so many people crave fame? To be seen is to exist....

They say perfectly preserved, dead bodies have been found sealed within seams of granite, hundreds of meters beneath the surface. And desiccated naked bodies (four to be exact) were reported by crew members on Apollo Fourteen half way to the Moon.

Que sera sera.

What will be, will be.

Wasn't supposed to post tonight.Lot a chores today...busy and all that.

But this just busted into my mind and I wanted to share it.

Good night...

See you in the morning.

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