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Wednesday, July 11, 2012
vampire wonderland: SHUT YOUR EYES AND STICK THEM FINGERS IN YOUR EARS...
vampire wonderland: SHUT YOUR EYES AND STICK THEM FINGERS IN YOUR EARS...: Aura and her sister Sylvia missed Jonathon. Actually, I do not know if they were blood sisters. Sometimes I think they are. But that is bes...
An Approximately Fourteen Thousand Year Old and One Two or three times as Old as That Converse
They came together. Papa wafted into the tight, little, narrow niche. I believe he was still in a state of sublimation. The atoms of his body smeared across the ether like a manic, abstract painting. The 'old bones' knew he was there. He felt a history not his own and tasted different songs. And being rather hospitable, arranged a pile of his softest furs so Papa could sit down....... as soon as his ass condensed, that is.
The Son of Renate (Papa's 'mother') blew through the rock-bound chamber, incorporating microscopic bits of all he found there into his being. And then he materialized. The 'old bones' acknowledged his presence with a tiny nod. Papa smiled, a closed mouth smile, for dental displays signal aggression among Neanderthals. Then he arranged his still un-attired form (having just come from the Mer-folk) on the soft, furry mound. I believe it was primarily sable.
The 'old bones' dropped some aromatic chips into the fire, breathed in the vapors and began a low, polyphonic, 'throat song.' But that's not how he communicated. Words, images, feelings, came through the air. Neanderthals were quite adept at telepathy...... vampire Neanderthals even more so.
He spoke of mundane things....... 'What is this 'batman' cacophony clogging all the ether? Do they not know it is mothman? Batman? There is no batman. Who are these mortals? I can smell them. I can feel them. I can identify the repulsive odor of their shit, but I do not understand them. Please think not that I refer to my loyal retainers. I speak not of my servants. They are good and they are true. These 'words' build images of those who live beyond the cold, dark woods. And they have 'magic.' How did they get it? It's all so new. It's all so strange. Twenty six hundred moons ago they had no such capabilities, but now they touch the stars and bring dogs back from death. I want to see a 'movie.' Can you take me to a movie? And I want to kill a few of them. I want to drink their blood, cull their lives and know their essence. Are such things allowed? Can they be arranged? Will their 'strong-men' permit it? Are their females good at sex? You may find it hard to believe, but I have never coupled with any of them. There are two genders, am I right?.... among the people beyond the woods, I mean. For I have never been there.....and now I want to go....... Will you be my guide?
I will. I am honored. - said Papa...... The 'old bones' heard him and he smiled, taking care to keep his lips completely closed.
Now he might have spoken of finer things, spiritual things, eternal things, but this night he did not.
And Papa got him ready for the 'trip' to Philadelphia.
'Yum-yum...eat 'em up.'
Do you know what I mean?
Oh, you little rascals, you!
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The Son of Renate (Papa's 'mother') blew through the rock-bound chamber, incorporating microscopic bits of all he found there into his being. And then he materialized. The 'old bones' acknowledged his presence with a tiny nod. Papa smiled, a closed mouth smile, for dental displays signal aggression among Neanderthals. Then he arranged his still un-attired form (having just come from the Mer-folk) on the soft, furry mound. I believe it was primarily sable.
The 'old bones' dropped some aromatic chips into the fire, breathed in the vapors and began a low, polyphonic, 'throat song.' But that's not how he communicated. Words, images, feelings, came through the air. Neanderthals were quite adept at telepathy...... vampire Neanderthals even more so.
He spoke of mundane things....... 'What is this 'batman' cacophony clogging all the ether? Do they not know it is mothman? Batman? There is no batman. Who are these mortals? I can smell them. I can feel them. I can identify the repulsive odor of their shit, but I do not understand them. Please think not that I refer to my loyal retainers. I speak not of my servants. They are good and they are true. These 'words' build images of those who live beyond the cold, dark woods. And they have 'magic.' How did they get it? It's all so new. It's all so strange. Twenty six hundred moons ago they had no such capabilities, but now they touch the stars and bring dogs back from death. I want to see a 'movie.' Can you take me to a movie? And I want to kill a few of them. I want to drink their blood, cull their lives and know their essence. Are such things allowed? Can they be arranged? Will their 'strong-men' permit it? Are their females good at sex? You may find it hard to believe, but I have never coupled with any of them. There are two genders, am I right?.... among the people beyond the woods, I mean. For I have never been there.....and now I want to go....... Will you be my guide?
I will. I am honored. - said Papa...... The 'old bones' heard him and he smiled, taking care to keep his lips completely closed.
Now he might have spoken of finer things, spiritual things, eternal things, but this night he did not.
And Papa got him ready for the 'trip' to Philadelphia.
'Yum-yum...eat 'em up.'
Do you know what I mean?
Oh, you little rascals, you!
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Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Papa Takes a Slight, Quantum, 'Jug Handle' On His Way Back To Philadelphia and Visits With An Old, Old, Old Vampire Friend
Luna went on ahead. Papa sent her off through the ether on her own. Look, if he can banish souls to featureless, gun-metal, celestial orbs rotating under homogenized, heavy gray skies, zapping a comely, vampirina-doctor back to her place in Philadelphia is no big woof.
But he, himself, made a little side trip, in response to certain 'tingles' coming to him from a remote cave deep in the wildest wilderness, where the tundra meets the forest. You won't find it on a map. But I can tell you where it's supposed to be. Travel north from the shoreline of a beautiful huge, fresh water sea decorating the planet from amidst Siberia's heartland. The reindeer know the way. Follow them.
You'll see a small, little, narrow, dark niche beckoning into a cliff-side . The Tunguska Event (Google it) happened nearby. Go inside. Don't be scared, or at least try not to be. Listen for the eerie vibrato of Native Mongolian throat singing. A most special being inhabits that place. Is he a vampire? Yes, but not like any we've encountered thus far. This one is an 'old bones'..... an ancient one.....even older that the illustrious Renate. And what do we mean by 'old bones'?...... His build....His structure....His skeleton.... His physical being. For this life-eater is a Neanderthal, stocky and muscular, like a gymnast on steroids. And don't stare at the noble brow, or the strong nose, or the small (though finely chiseled) chin. He knows he's striking...So don't make a big thing out of it.
Papa likes spending time with this one. Words are few. They communicate via a multitude of distinct, guttural vibrations ..... an organic language; visceral in every way. Just be quiet and sit there. Melt into the dim, orange glow from the fire... and breath in an original, pristine truth.
Oh, he'll know you're there. And he can 'crack' your body to him in an instant...... They'll say - Where's Larry? Where's Dylan? Where's Brianna? Where's Bam-Bam?....... But you won't be there. The chair in the basement will be empty. The monitor will still flicker...but you'll be gone.
So DON'T MAKE HIM MAD.
Come back tomorrow. No, really. I mean it. If you behave, everything will be OK...
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But he, himself, made a little side trip, in response to certain 'tingles' coming to him from a remote cave deep in the wildest wilderness, where the tundra meets the forest. You won't find it on a map. But I can tell you where it's supposed to be. Travel north from the shoreline of a beautiful huge, fresh water sea decorating the planet from amidst Siberia's heartland. The reindeer know the way. Follow them.
You'll see a small, little, narrow, dark niche beckoning into a cliff-side . The Tunguska Event (Google it) happened nearby. Go inside. Don't be scared, or at least try not to be. Listen for the eerie vibrato of Native Mongolian throat singing. A most special being inhabits that place. Is he a vampire? Yes, but not like any we've encountered thus far. This one is an 'old bones'..... an ancient one.....even older that the illustrious Renate. And what do we mean by 'old bones'?...... His build....His structure....His skeleton.... His physical being. For this life-eater is a Neanderthal, stocky and muscular, like a gymnast on steroids. And don't stare at the noble brow, or the strong nose, or the small (though finely chiseled) chin. He knows he's striking...So don't make a big thing out of it.
Papa likes spending time with this one. Words are few. They communicate via a multitude of distinct, guttural vibrations ..... an organic language; visceral in every way. Just be quiet and sit there. Melt into the dim, orange glow from the fire... and breath in an original, pristine truth.
Oh, he'll know you're there. And he can 'crack' your body to him in an instant...... They'll say - Where's Larry? Where's Dylan? Where's Brianna? Where's Bam-Bam?....... But you won't be there. The chair in the basement will be empty. The monitor will still flicker...but you'll be gone.
So DON'T MAKE HIM MAD.
Come back tomorrow. No, really. I mean it. If you behave, everything will be OK...
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Monday, July 9, 2012
SOMETIMES THE VAMPIRES DRAW IN AMONG THEMSELVES FOR A REASON
It started in Atlantic City. Baylah and Sarah and Tomas came back to the suite. They'd finished distributing their bounty. They gave out a few hundreds, some premium watches and the deed to a nice, modern condominium in a nearby town.
Sarah wanted to retire. Daylight was coming. Tomas was already in the shower. But Baylah felt restless. She turned on the television and began pushing buttons. TRUE BLOOD came up, filling the huge screen with it's own 'take' on vampiric truth. They spoke of spirituality...... night-folk spirituality. They spoke of higher calling and the need to make sense from moral chaos.
And Baylah understood. She called to the others. They came in and they saw. They saw just how much the current HBO story had in common with their own recent past. For one or two years ago, their kind traveled a path much like this.
'Purpose' is everything to vampires. At least it is to thinking vampires...noble vampires. They see themselves as tragically flawed members of a demi-angelic host. And they take vows, special vows, religious vows......'Cull the wicked. Help the worthy.' Indeed, most still practice some form of their original, mortal, creed. Tomas, for example, is devout, steadfast in his beliefs and possessed of a 'perfect faith.'Sarah is likewise reverential in her own way.
And apparently so are the vampires on television. What a surprise.
If you'd like to explore our path, the one we've revealed here for two years, please scroll back to the beginning. This is our 712th posting. Our tale is a long one.
And those of you who've been with us since the beginning will remember these words...'First of all we must agree that what comes next is fiction......
The Vampire Wonderland will go on.
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Sarah wanted to retire. Daylight was coming. Tomas was already in the shower. But Baylah felt restless. She turned on the television and began pushing buttons. TRUE BLOOD came up, filling the huge screen with it's own 'take' on vampiric truth. They spoke of spirituality...... night-folk spirituality. They spoke of higher calling and the need to make sense from moral chaos.
And Baylah understood. She called to the others. They came in and they saw. They saw just how much the current HBO story had in common with their own recent past. For one or two years ago, their kind traveled a path much like this.
'Purpose' is everything to vampires. At least it is to thinking vampires...noble vampires. They see themselves as tragically flawed members of a demi-angelic host. And they take vows, special vows, religious vows......'Cull the wicked. Help the worthy.' Indeed, most still practice some form of their original, mortal, creed. Tomas, for example, is devout, steadfast in his beliefs and possessed of a 'perfect faith.'Sarah is likewise reverential in her own way.
And apparently so are the vampires on television. What a surprise.
If you'd like to explore our path, the one we've revealed here for two years, please scroll back to the beginning. This is our 712th posting. Our tale is a long one.
And those of you who've been with us since the beginning will remember these words...'First of all we must agree that what comes next is fiction......
The Vampire Wonderland will go on.
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Sunday, July 8, 2012
THE VAMPIRES GO BACK TO ATLANTIC CITY
It was Baylah's idea. She likes the new Revel Hotel and Casino. I think they call them spas now too. Anything but 'gambling joint.' They never say that word. Nobody loses. They just buy too much entertainment. So she and the blood drinking Bickersons (Tomas and Sarah) called for a car and left. That's what they do. They call for a car. It's something new. Tomas has this familiar who owns a limo service. The drivers don't know what they 'do' for a living, just a trim, stylish, darkly handsome young guy and his chocolate and vanilla luscious sweeties. A lot of high rollers are like that. Well, not a lot. Most are hairy knuckled, old fat guys, but a few...a few.
They play Nights In White Satin. You know, TheMoody Blues. Days of Future Passed is a current favorite of his. Tomas, I mean. Has it on that little gum stick thingie he calls an iPod. Oh, and they brought me too. 'Me' is wilkravitz. Gave me twenty five hundred dollars in gambling money and everything. Even bought me some new sneakers, high priced ones too, from that posh, ocean front mall that connects to Caesar's. Did it as soon as we checked in. Once in a while they're really nice to me. All I gotta do is post for them right before we go to sleep, which at this time of year is like 4:50am. I can't tell you what kind of sneakers the got me. Baylah says we need a 'product placement' thing first. Her boyfriend tells her all that stuff. He's like a big financier lawyer. Looks like Mitt Romney, only his breath stinks. I don't know. Maybe Mitt's breath stinks too, only I ain't never smelled it. Can you imagine that? Candidate give a press conference, nod and say - The lady wit' the ill fitting brassiere in the second row....... She stand up and go - How come you breath stink?..... And he gotta answer it..... Like when Howard Stern used to send people to torment Regis in the street.
We in Mister Stinky Breath's regular suite right now. His sister usin' the big house in Margate and she would shit herself all over them Brazilian hardwood floors if she thought she was 'roomies' wit' a bunch a vampires. You know some folks are just not very tolerant.
Edith did not come with us. She tryin' a talk sense to Annie and her forty year old baby doll, Conrad. Tryin' a dissuade them from hightailin' it out to L.A., so's they can bust into the talk show business. You know six or seven year old vampires get the stupidest ideas. Annie say they got a agent in California who pimp for vampires. Say she talk to him on the telephone. Real ones too. Not them soap opera-johnnies they throw at you these days.
Edith catch her lookin' for money. Say she gonna hide them boxes real good. Annie say - You better not, you fat bitch, not if you wanna keep them scrunched-up, hammer toes you got........ But Edith ain't scared. What genuine, Jersey Pine Barrens, hoo-doo woman gone be scared of a little bastid like that? Wait'll Papa get back. He gone go POW, right to the Outside a the Sun. That the hottest part. Annie say Edith look like a old lady version a that fat, little, rolly-poly girl they got in Hairspray. Annie like that show.......'Good Morning, Baltimore!'.....she sing it 'bout a million times.
We gettin' dressed a go see Sarah Silverman. She gonna talk trash 'bout Jesus and Moses and Lucille Ball and Silly Putty and everything. Then she gonna smile at the audience and make faces, so we know how cute she is. Tomas don't like her. He a holy-roller...a Jew, holy-roller, but a holy-roller. Kind a complicate things for a vampire, but he find ways a work around it.
Afterward, late at night. We gone go under the Boardwalk an' give out hundred dollar bills to poor folks. One lucky son-a-bitch gonna get hisself the deed to a two bedroom, two bath condominium apartment in Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey. Vampires got lots a shit like that. Once they gave a guy a whole set a gold false teeth....not to wear... to sell. A cleanin' lady waitin' for a bus once got a genuine, all diamond, solid platinum, Autro-Hungarian tiara. Looked good on her too.
Semi-dead folks can be generous that way.
Papa (Luna too) should be back from Mermaid and Merman Land tomorrow night.
Bet that Annie gal startin' a shit herself.....in a vampirina matter a speakin'...
Mister Never-You-Mind waftin' through me. That how come I talk like this. But if you a friend, you know'd that for a long, long, long, long time.
Nitie-nite...
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They play Nights In White Satin. You know, TheMoody Blues. Days of Future Passed is a current favorite of his. Tomas, I mean. Has it on that little gum stick thingie he calls an iPod. Oh, and they brought me too. 'Me' is wilkravitz. Gave me twenty five hundred dollars in gambling money and everything. Even bought me some new sneakers, high priced ones too, from that posh, ocean front mall that connects to Caesar's. Did it as soon as we checked in. Once in a while they're really nice to me. All I gotta do is post for them right before we go to sleep, which at this time of year is like 4:50am. I can't tell you what kind of sneakers the got me. Baylah says we need a 'product placement' thing first. Her boyfriend tells her all that stuff. He's like a big financier lawyer. Looks like Mitt Romney, only his breath stinks. I don't know. Maybe Mitt's breath stinks too, only I ain't never smelled it. Can you imagine that? Candidate give a press conference, nod and say - The lady wit' the ill fitting brassiere in the second row....... She stand up and go - How come you breath stink?..... And he gotta answer it..... Like when Howard Stern used to send people to torment Regis in the street.
We in Mister Stinky Breath's regular suite right now. His sister usin' the big house in Margate and she would shit herself all over them Brazilian hardwood floors if she thought she was 'roomies' wit' a bunch a vampires. You know some folks are just not very tolerant.
Edith did not come with us. She tryin' a talk sense to Annie and her forty year old baby doll, Conrad. Tryin' a dissuade them from hightailin' it out to L.A., so's they can bust into the talk show business. You know six or seven year old vampires get the stupidest ideas. Annie say they got a agent in California who pimp for vampires. Say she talk to him on the telephone. Real ones too. Not them soap opera-johnnies they throw at you these days.
Edith catch her lookin' for money. Say she gonna hide them boxes real good. Annie say - You better not, you fat bitch, not if you wanna keep them scrunched-up, hammer toes you got........ But Edith ain't scared. What genuine, Jersey Pine Barrens, hoo-doo woman gone be scared of a little bastid like that? Wait'll Papa get back. He gone go POW, right to the Outside a the Sun. That the hottest part. Annie say Edith look like a old lady version a that fat, little, rolly-poly girl they got in Hairspray. Annie like that show.......'Good Morning, Baltimore!'.....she sing it 'bout a million times.
We gettin' dressed a go see Sarah Silverman. She gonna talk trash 'bout Jesus and Moses and Lucille Ball and Silly Putty and everything. Then she gonna smile at the audience and make faces, so we know how cute she is. Tomas don't like her. He a holy-roller...a Jew, holy-roller, but a holy-roller. Kind a complicate things for a vampire, but he find ways a work around it.
Afterward, late at night. We gone go under the Boardwalk an' give out hundred dollar bills to poor folks. One lucky son-a-bitch gonna get hisself the deed to a two bedroom, two bath condominium apartment in Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey. Vampires got lots a shit like that. Once they gave a guy a whole set a gold false teeth....not to wear... to sell. A cleanin' lady waitin' for a bus once got a genuine, all diamond, solid platinum, Autro-Hungarian tiara. Looked good on her too.
Semi-dead folks can be generous that way.
Papa (Luna too) should be back from Mermaid and Merman Land tomorrow night.
Bet that Annie gal startin' a shit herself.....in a vampirina matter a speakin'...
Mister Never-You-Mind waftin' through me. That how come I talk like this. But if you a friend, you know'd that for a long, long, long, long time.
Nitie-nite...
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Saturday, July 7, 2012
Little Annie Wants to Run Away (and make a 'mommy')
I don't like when MY Conrad goes bouncin' his ass out all over town wit' them other sons-a-bitches, 'cause I made him and he's MINE. He is now my daddy. Who the hell cares who 'made' me? He can go to hell. I MADE MYSELF! I MADE MYSELF! So shut your fat, pig-shit gash 'fore I rip it off!
Been readin' magazines. Don't know all the words, but they got pictures, so I do pretty good. Wanna go back to California. I know you was told lots a stuff, but the part about California is true. I miss the big, tall palm trees. I miss livin' in garages. They was fancy garages, all made up like cute, little-bitty houses. Studios, I think you call 'em. My 'fleshy' mommy was a 'yes, ma'am. what can I get you?' lady. She worked for this real big movie star, who I wish would go to hell and die. You know her tits are all outta whack, 'cause some shitty doctor cooked 'em up all wrong. I could a done better wit' a Dora the Explorer manicure kit I had. But she wouldn't let me. Good for her. Let her get sat on by a elephant. I hope she does. If I get back there, I am gonna kill her real good.
Me an' Conrad gonna go. I know where he keeps the money. Tomas, I mean. Baylah too. They got diamonds and gold in there. I seen it. Edith knows. He got a little, old box just full a stuff. I figure if I scoop out enough, we ought a be able to buy a real nice RV, like a bus...what Tim McGraw rides in. Conrad says he knows how to drive it. And I do not think he's lying. But if I'm wrong, I am gonna kill him up real bad. I got a list. I gonna kill a lot a folks up real bad.
You just see. You just wait and see. I wonder if they let vampires on TV? Real ones, I mean. I wonder if they'd let me go on Chelsea Lately? Maybe I could dance around and sing a little song? I like it when she says the 'king' a the words. She better let me on her show.......She BETTER! Or first I gonna get Chuey and next, I'm gonna get her.
Lemme stop now. Edith comin' back and I want to see what kind a colorin' books she brung me...
My head itches, but Edith says no little vampire girl can get head lice....Damn, I hope she right....
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Been readin' magazines. Don't know all the words, but they got pictures, so I do pretty good. Wanna go back to California. I know you was told lots a stuff, but the part about California is true. I miss the big, tall palm trees. I miss livin' in garages. They was fancy garages, all made up like cute, little-bitty houses. Studios, I think you call 'em. My 'fleshy' mommy was a 'yes, ma'am. what can I get you?' lady. She worked for this real big movie star, who I wish would go to hell and die. You know her tits are all outta whack, 'cause some shitty doctor cooked 'em up all wrong. I could a done better wit' a Dora the Explorer manicure kit I had. But she wouldn't let me. Good for her. Let her get sat on by a elephant. I hope she does. If I get back there, I am gonna kill her real good.
Me an' Conrad gonna go. I know where he keeps the money. Tomas, I mean. Baylah too. They got diamonds and gold in there. I seen it. Edith knows. He got a little, old box just full a stuff. I figure if I scoop out enough, we ought a be able to buy a real nice RV, like a bus...what Tim McGraw rides in. Conrad says he knows how to drive it. And I do not think he's lying. But if I'm wrong, I am gonna kill him up real bad. I got a list. I gonna kill a lot a folks up real bad.
You just see. You just wait and see. I wonder if they let vampires on TV? Real ones, I mean. I wonder if they'd let me go on Chelsea Lately? Maybe I could dance around and sing a little song? I like it when she says the 'king' a the words. She better let me on her show.......She BETTER! Or first I gonna get Chuey and next, I'm gonna get her.
Lemme stop now. Edith comin' back and I want to see what kind a colorin' books she brung me...
My head itches, but Edith says no little vampire girl can get head lice....Damn, I hope she right....
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