Saturday, April 28, 2018

The VAMPIRES Binge watch The Outer Limits in their sleeping cubicles.. Season 1 Opening and Closing Credits and Theme Song

 

How can paranormal beings not love these tales? Please remember that few are born paranormal... maybe some 'born witches' and in their own ancient, quiet way the Red Paint People. But vampires and lycanthropes start out as mortals... regular human mortals. As such they are quite aware of the magic and transcendence of it all. What must it be like to become a life-eater.... or a human  who sometimes escapes into a feral world of moonlight and luscious flesh?

Everything is everywhere. Perhaps 'reality' is just the part timid sorts are willing to see?.... an idiot's delight of the safe and mundane..... Artists know that. Surrealists let themselves 'see' what's out there. Some of those we call 'insane' are merely just aware....

What do you see?

What holds the meat to your bones? Why does it not slide down and pool at your feet, contained like vomit in your bloated skin? And why does that skin not tear and rip at the crown of your skull and roll down from the bones, leaving them bare and naked... A slug has no bones. yet it lives. What locks your soul to your body? Does it fly free at night exploring Creation via dreams? Is magic a fundamental violation of nature, or merely a scientific reassembly and repositioning of what is just there waiting for direction? Is it proper for us to play 'conductor?'.... How about 'director?'... What separates the priest from the wizard? What is fitting and what is not?

Every instant of creation finds us at a fork in the road. Every instant of creation offers us the 'right' or the 'wrong.' The clock never stops till the end. We can't turn away from the game. Play, but play carefully...

Shhhh.... the clock is ticking.....

A shepherd's daughter watched from the bushes, as the king's daughter went by, raised up on a fine liter and resplendent in costly linen with sandals of softest deerskin. But the simple girl's eyes saw the golden diadem upon her brow and thought --- If I only had that selfsame shining circlet  for my own. Soon after a ram began to speak. Now please know this was in the early times when such things occasionally happened. The shaggy beast said - If it is your true heart's desire, it shall be yours...... The girl asked --- How?..... But the creature just smiled in an alarmingly human fashion, revealing fine, cat-like teeth. A certain power emanating from the ram's eyes made the girl forget his words. A few heartbeats later, she fell asleep embraced by the soft mossy earth, between the roots of an old oak tree,  surrounded by her slumbering flock. Though the ram was not among them.... Those nocturnal life forms with eyes and minds capable of understanding saw him staring at the moon... just staring .... frozen like a statue mounted on a small hillock .....

The girl woke with the faint, misty light of dawn. She gasped to find the circlet resting firm on her brow and ran to see her reflection in a small, still pond.... There it was, the exact diadem .... the princess's gold circlet.

She scrambled to her feet and shook the water from her clothes.... A large fat white salamander with red eyes and gill frills 'round it's head finished swallowing a naked little pixie (head first) with dragonfly wings, licked its chops, spit up a bit of blood and something else and said --- It suits you.... But she wasn't listening. Her image was too alluring..... Even the sheep seemed to notice. And the small, biting flies so common during that time of year left her alone and made do with the still living mutton.

Now the flock hated her. She killed their children and sold their little lifeless bodies on market day. Some stout burgher-wives liked lamb slaughtering and preferred to do it themselves. Others were cognizant of the fact that live lambs come with a fleece. Look, everyone has their reasons.

That evening, after her prisoners were adequately watered and quietly resigned to the tragedy of their lives, she sat under her favorite tree, preparing to rest. She took off her shoes and rolled the stockings from her feet. When she lifted the gold circlet from her brow it did not come easy, leaving an exact indentation of itself upon her soft, clear skin... But she could not see that. Oh, the pond was still there, though in the darkness it only reflected the moon...

The shepherdess wrapped the diadem in her shawl, placed it in a small hollow (just a slit in the tree-bark) quite safe from prying eyes and readied herself for sleep..... In all her hours of sweet slumber the exact indentation of the gold circlet refused to disappear...

I guess it had its reasons too....

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Monday, April 16, 2018

STRANGE PEOPLE ... 4/16/18

There's no featured video tonight and no apropos music. The vampires and other night-folk I blog for are not into it. Sometimes it happens that way. They go into a stupor. Usually it starts with one of the old ones. In our case, that would be Jonathon ben Macabi, or Tomas de Macabea. He's known by both names. A long life will do that. 'Papa' doesn't count. He's so incredibly ancient. Different laws apply.

Little Bastid Annie, our twelve year old vampirina in six a year old body, plays Barbie's Dungeon for hours and hours. I think it started as a nice, doll house castle, but she got bored with it and painted in all black and gray... the floors... everything. Then she found a place on line that sold genuine hand forged scale model torture devices. They were already made for eleven inch fashion dolls and twelve inch army-guy figures, so she bought the whole sixteen piece, Ivan the Terrible deluxe set.... with pieces of coordinating dark, heavy medieval looking furniture to go along with it. Edith, the Jersey Pines, witchy-woman housekeeper let her put in on one of the household credit cards. Old established vampire households have lots of cards. Nobody cares. Now half of her sleeping cubicle is taken over by the five and a half foot tall 'castle of death.' That's what she calls it. The dolls all have these goth outfits. Actually, they're the Maleficent Line from Disney. The army-guy dolls are the 'torture guys,' another Annie term and she dresses them in Thor outfits, only they don't have Thor hair... She pretends it got cut off in a war... Annie sets up these elaborate tableaux spanning four stories of the castle. Then she sits there and stares at it by the light of a dollar l.e.d. flashlight Edith got from Boscov's. The rest of her sleeping cubicle is dark. Edith gets her lots of batteries too.

But Tomas doesn't say much. He still goes out roaming the city every night... Just walks... in his black jeans, white shirt and leather coat. He has all kinds of leather coats and jackets... big warm ones... trim quilted 'space cadet' types... scarves... knit hats. He has all that. The cold can't hurt him. He just likes to feel warm and secure.

Edith says all 'hoo-doo' types get like this. 'Hoo-doo' is a Piney term. It means them what's tetched by magic. Not just vampires. They got a whole menagerie. Tends to manifest when seasons change. Been going on a long time already here, 'cause seasons don't know which way they want to go. Sometimes he'll sit in an all-night coffee shop nursing a hot tea, pretending to read one of those free Center City papers they have by the register. Waitresses all know him. They come over and say - Yo, are you all right?... He don't even pick his head up. Just flips them a twenty, or like a couple of twenties if there's two of them. In waitress-land, when you give out a twenty or two, that means you're all right, so they top off his hot water and give him another tea bag and leave him alone..... He rides around in taxis too. Has a few regular drivers. Knows their numbers. Flags them down. Gets in the back. Pulls his knit cap down low over his eyes. Rests his head on the top of the seat and just stares out the window. When he's had enough an hour or two later, he says - Stop here... Pays and gets out. Drivers think he's a nut. Oh, some people around town know he's a vampire, but not everybody.

Once spring really hits they'll all snap out of it. Leo just sits there looking at the TV and chuckling like a maniac. Doesn't make a difference what the screen shows. He's not 'seeing' that anyway. Just laughs and shakes his knee up and down a mile a minute. Looks like that actor Sam Rockwell does when he plays mental cases....

And that's it... Sarah does her thing. Baylah mostly stays down the shore and Conrad just acts like a regular, pudgy school teacher guy who happens to be a vampire. Wears Docker pants and everything.

Real cold and dark and rainy out there tonight.... Two guys found a severed head under a bench in Fittler Square, but it was still talkin' so they left it alone. Scrunched a newspaper around it to keep it warm, but that was it.

Drunk guy says - Don't you say 'thank you?'..... Head says - Go to hell.....

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