Papa Isn't Very Patriotic, But Actually He's An Illegal Alien AND A Vampire, So what the Hell Do You Expect?.... come on...

Doctor Franklin knows all about what happened in South Hampton. The guys from the State Department told him. They almost got a hold of Grigori too. But one a the kids parking the cars broke into the truck and stole the lead suits (like what Peter Coyote wore in ET, only made outta lead). Vampires can't sublimate through lead. It's like their Krypton, just a whole lot cheaper to get.


One guy did try to stop him. He's dead now..... a greasy puddle of fibers and shredded meat oozing into the Further Lane end of the gravel driveway. That's what happens when a vampire sublimates through a mortal. The government asked the victim's family if they wanted him cloned. Insurance would a paid for it. But they opted for the 'condo in Ocean City, Maryland' alternative, only they gotta buy their own furniture and all. 


I  do not know where that Russian vampire is now. Could be on one a those nautical themed, beachie islands off Cape Cod, or maybe one a the top drawer Jersey Shore towns. They got important people worth killin' there too, you know. It's easy findin' 'em in August, because they clump together, like corn starch dusting powder in sweaty folds and creases. It's what you call 'tradition' I think.


Tomas and Baylah had a go kill people. It was their time a the month. He had a 'vision.' Saw a real bad wife beater sittin' on a front step up in the Far Northeast. Looked like he was drinkin' Coors Lite, but Tomas couldn't tell. Heard kids cryin' down the basement, though. He locked 'em down there when he learned their mutter some manners. It was a 'finished' basement (more like a family room), so it wasn't too bad. They played Legos and video games, or hid their heads under throw pillows. One peed hisself all the time ..... Yeah, Tomas gonna go kill him real good............ Doctor Franklin don't want 'em to go out. Not with Usipov runnin' 'round and all. But he knows about vampires and he knows about visions. Religious vampires (like Tomas and even Baylah, in her own way) do have their standards.


You know he had 'em 'chipped'? They got little tracking devices under their skin. Did it when he studied them. If you're a regular, you might remember when Tomas was suspended in the magnetic field from the Great Armonica. It's like a big, invisible (well, almost) three dimensional, resonating 'spider web'. They like it, actually. Tomas says it feels good.... real good..... Very, Very, real good...... And the white coated lab technicians like to watch, 'cause the vampires are naked and all. Tomas puts on quite a show. But everybody knows what an exhibitionist he is. Luna spent hours in there watching him. She was still mortal then. Used to make like she had to record every little thing, but mostly what she did was look. You should see him twist and shout. Moans too, when he feels like.


I don't know who Baylah's gonna kill. She's funny that way. Likes to keep it to herself. I think she misses her rich, mortal boyfriend down the shore. But the Anti-Enchantment-Bureau people don't want her to go. Too dangerous. The Russian guy might get her. And they don't know how strong he is. 


Papa don't help. He COULD help. Hell, he could be like a real Superman if he wanted, provided all the speeding trains and runaway asteroids happened at night. Only he don't even care. Goin' back into one a his 'quiet' spells. That's when he thinks and travels in his mind, like to the mer-folk, or the manta ray people out in space. sometimes he just wanders 'round the rides at Great Adventure, but you know what I mean.....


Doctor Franklin wants him to help. You know how patriotic he is........ 


Guess that's why they put him on the hundred dollar bill.....


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Some good stuff about poor, pathetic, little ANNIE that appeared almost two years ago and was seen by hardly anybody (mostly disembodied spirits). Perhaps you'd like to read it now?

Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: ANNIE TALKS.....Don't be scared. I can talk someti...: ANNIE TALKS .....Don't be scared. I can talk sometimes. He lets me talk sometimes. I am here. And I am me. And I am afraid. I have a soul. ..... NOTE- The Shaky Hand Man was 'Papa' using mind projection while he was imprisoned in the quasi-Vatican dungeons....

The Girl From 'David and Lisa'.... her name was Janet Margolin

The party's over. All the air-kissing schmoozers went home. A few are at a little boite north of the highway and a select group skinny-dips in a grotto-like pool overlooking Georgica Pond. Look, you know the score....after-parties are everything.


But a certain naked hoo-hah treading water next to somebody's sweet, little Annie Fannie of a house guest in that self-same ersatz grotto don't feel so hot. His stomach doin' the Kick-a-Poo War Dance. They got toilets, fancy ones teamed up with warm-air-butt-dryin'- bidets not thirty feet away. Only he won't make it. 'Cause all them agitated, little curds he got ruminating 'round his colon wanna make a mass escape. And security in Camp Sphincter ain't so tight.


Right now Miss Annie Fannie wanna know where he go for good cupcakes in Manhattan. An' he sweatin. He sweatin' real bad. You know, butt checks don't always cooperate. It's hard to squeeze 'em together, 'specially considerin' that the shrimp was a teensie bit rancid too. She think he just nervous and she wanna be real friendly, 'cause he real good sugar daddy material. So the girl who looks like a vintage, nubile, Playboy cartoon character inches over to get to know him a little better. And jus' as she slowly reaches through the dark, shadowy water to take control of the situation, he goes - ahh...ahh...ahh... and shits all over her hand.


Them microbes works fast. That Grigori Usipov truly knows his business. And now 'bout a dozen naked members of the 'one percent' (plus assorted hangers-on) stampede toward the narrow, slippery, field stone steps like penguins fleein' an orca. Only this orca sheddin' more ink than a giant squid. And now he startin' to tremble too. 


Fifty six hours from now he'll be ninety three percent dead and some a his buck-bathin' friends won't be too far behind.


Things gone be different on Wall Street come Labor Day.


The vampire-oligarch, known as Grigori Usipov, has spoken...


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GRIGORI USIPOV, the hot, Russian, VAMPIRE-OLIGARCH waxes Philosophical

A 'war' between vampires and 'humans'? What type of superficial poser could even fabricate such a thing? Can you conceptualize within your skull a war between the shepherd and his sheep!? I saw it. I saw it while drifting out to take my place among the Hamptons glitterati. Two bored, not quite sexually mature, disgustingly flaccid faced mortals gazed upon it. True Blood, I mean, from the confines of a faux Ralph Loren, dude ranch couch shipped east from Aspen. Who troubles to do such a thing? Not the show...the couch. Perhaps it is all an illusion? Maybe things are not what they appear? But what do I care? Let me kill them and laugh. I will feed their fingers to my parrots. But no. I am guest here and if my anger has been riled, must remember to kill a maid instead. Such a gesture will still send the proper message.


But please forgive me these thoughtless indiscretions. Grigori Usipov speaks not this way. I am disciplined Russian Oligarch..... Vampire part is just ancillary to true nature. I do not kill for sport..... occasional pleasure, yes.... sport, no. We hunt wolf for that. And I am very proud to say I do so without gun.


Perhaps the bacillus smeared upon my teeth enchant me, or intoxicate me? I do so have difficulties remembering this bastard, English jargon. 


Now, let me step out onto expansive, seaward, terrace..... so very like one possessed by Dowager Duchess at Yalta during last nights of Romanov Regime.


Time to squeeze a bit of tittie and breath into some ears. I have friends here. They love me. 


Henchmen of American Secretary of State are known to me. Such ill fitting garments. Even the Cossacks knew better. They have it with them a lead lined conveyance..... a truck of some kind, stationed back, behind the pool house, meant to imprison me.... Not the pool house.... Truck.


'Pool house'...... I am loving that term. Place has three sexrooms and five shit chambers. Not that I am amazed by such opulence..... far from it. But I do not like American understatement. In Russia would be called 'place where most recent favorite whore sleeps,' or something like that....... We are very direct people. 


There is quarry. I will greet him. We will speak. I will 'dance' him into corner.... perhaps where terrace wraps 'round fire pit? Then I pull him close, as if to share secret...as if to share extremely priceless secret. He will freeze. He will listen. I will speak in deep, low breathy voice. Soon a touch.... a feather-like tingle..... a small, electric shock. Perhaps, if you were close enough, tiny bead of blood can be seen escaping from left ear, providing necessary portal for lethal bacteria (or is it virus?..... a vampire does not care). Three nights later he will be dead and name of well known New York, money king will 'Trend' upon the Twitter.


But henchmen of the formidable Mrs. Clinton are watching. Perhaps should be sending her some truffles when I 'gift' her with their heads?........ 


Ah, moon on surf of Hamptons is very beautiful..... and I do enjoy such things...
                                                      
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