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Thursday, October 18, 2012
Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: First of all, we must agree that what comes next i...
Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland:~~ First of all, we must agree that what comes next is fiction. The coming of Sarah. ... 'Sarah' the name means princess , as in Sarah, the wife of Abraham...... WHEN TOMAS MET SARAH ~~~ how it all began...
VAMPIRINA BITCHES FROM THE PAST
Sarah and Tomas walked hand in hand. The late night air was crisp and chilly. Everything had the sharp, fall look that comes when the bloated heat of summer dies. They stopped to examine the posh displays at Lord and Taylor. She focused on the female mannikin, an upper-middle-class polymer bitch with neo-Sassoon, straight 'walnut' hair. How secure and complacent she looked...How oblivious. Tomas stared at the shoes worn by the male figure.... 'desert boots'... Not his favorite, even though he liked the suede.
But something about the tableau-morte touched Sarah and she said - Who were the other ones? And I don't mean the temporary indiscretions. I don't just mean the curbside 'doxies' you mush up with here, or even Luna. She's an idiot. I'm not worried about her. But there must have been others in London, or Constantinople, or Deli, or The Emerald City, or how many other 'fucking' places you've lived in.
He looked at her. She rarely spoke that way. But Tomas knew what she meant. At first he was silent. Then he exhaled. His shoulders slumped and he answered - And each was suited to her time. Are you worried they'll be there, at the Revels, I mean? I don't know about all of them, but some might show up. Yet know this. It's like that film we watched the other night. At least the title, I liked. 'That Was Then And This Is Now.'..... (He held her)...and for life-eaters, 'now' lasts a very long time, indeed.... (Sarah just stood there) .... He continued - Sarah, this is all so new to you. My God, you're still so young in human years. You'll change. You'll know. You'll grow accustomed to it. Are you so sure you'll still want me when (gestures to their surroundings) all this is no more?..... A tear decorates the lashes of her left eye. He softly brushes it away.
Sarah whispers - I want to know their names....... She chokes back a smile. He kisses her.They continue walking toward a favorite retreat, a little place, tiny really, with maybe six booths, four tables and a snug, warm, dim, well stocked bar.
The host, an urbane man with salt and pepper hair, knows them. He sets them up in the corner. Approximately one hundred and forty heartbeats later, drinks appear.... plain, though rather generous Martinis.... cold and crisp. They both pluck out the olives.
She takes a sip. Tomas takes three. After all, he's the one in need of fortification.then he squares his shoulders and begins ----- At first I lived a quiet life, alone and on my own. But one night.... just barely night; there was still a hint of purple in the sky, I stepped out from the loggia flanking a little plaza and saw her.... Not a vampirina... a mortal girl, she was...yet different... intelligent...an alchemist's daughter... She knew.... She knew very many things. Dark, she was, as though plucked from the sultan's harem. And her name was Lydia.... Quite ordinary in it's day and not very exceptional even now. But that was her name.... and I loved her...
Sarah put down her drink, reached across the table and took his hand.
They sat there for a moment and then he told her more......
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But something about the tableau-morte touched Sarah and she said - Who were the other ones? And I don't mean the temporary indiscretions. I don't just mean the curbside 'doxies' you mush up with here, or even Luna. She's an idiot. I'm not worried about her. But there must have been others in London, or Constantinople, or Deli, or The Emerald City, or how many other 'fucking' places you've lived in.
He looked at her. She rarely spoke that way. But Tomas knew what she meant. At first he was silent. Then he exhaled. His shoulders slumped and he answered - And each was suited to her time. Are you worried they'll be there, at the Revels, I mean? I don't know about all of them, but some might show up. Yet know this. It's like that film we watched the other night. At least the title, I liked. 'That Was Then And This Is Now.'..... (He held her)...and for life-eaters, 'now' lasts a very long time, indeed.... (Sarah just stood there) .... He continued - Sarah, this is all so new to you. My God, you're still so young in human years. You'll change. You'll know. You'll grow accustomed to it. Are you so sure you'll still want me when (gestures to their surroundings) all this is no more?..... A tear decorates the lashes of her left eye. He softly brushes it away.
Sarah whispers - I want to know their names....... She chokes back a smile. He kisses her.They continue walking toward a favorite retreat, a little place, tiny really, with maybe six booths, four tables and a snug, warm, dim, well stocked bar.
The host, an urbane man with salt and pepper hair, knows them. He sets them up in the corner. Approximately one hundred and forty heartbeats later, drinks appear.... plain, though rather generous Martinis.... cold and crisp. They both pluck out the olives.
She takes a sip. Tomas takes three. After all, he's the one in need of fortification.then he squares his shoulders and begins ----- At first I lived a quiet life, alone and on my own. But one night.... just barely night; there was still a hint of purple in the sky, I stepped out from the loggia flanking a little plaza and saw her.... Not a vampirina... a mortal girl, she was...yet different... intelligent...an alchemist's daughter... She knew.... She knew very many things. Dark, she was, as though plucked from the sultan's harem. And her name was Lydia.... Quite ordinary in it's day and not very exceptional even now. But that was her name.... and I loved her...
Sarah put down her drink, reached across the table and took his hand.
They sat there for a moment and then he told her more......
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Wednesday, October 17, 2012
WILD SHIT FROM THE EARLY DAYS~~> Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: The Book of Sarah
You think they don't have REAL VAMPIRE DOCUMENTATION ON YOU TUBE? ~~~~~Well, in 'The Wonderland' we do ~~~> (I'm telling you. Go back and look at this stuff)... Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: The Book of Sarah: S 'me again, the, hell, I don't know what I am. I'm just here. but, yeah, call me the disembodied spirit. At least we're all used to that. O...
TOMAS COMMENTS ON CLOUD ATLAS AND PONDERS HIS LIFE
Tomas sat in the living room reading the paper. To a casual observer that might look strange. Most, apparently. eighteen year old individuals are oblivious to such things. They don't even use P.C.'s. If it can't be done on a smart phone, it's not worth doing at all.
But Tomas is different. He's only eighteen on the outside. And our ongoing addiction to political confrontation amuses him. So he reads and he studies and he absorbs.
Tomas says - I like what I hear about CLOUD ATLAS. Trips through time intrigue me. For am I not doing the very same thing? I've mentioned a sojourn in Restoration England. That was a fun time, full of friends, joyous assemblies (old word for dance or reception) and rich, ribald humor. Nell Gwynne was the Sarah Silverman of her day, I suppose, or perhaps the Chelsea Handler. The king enjoyed her 'company,' that's for sure.
We all listened attentively when he got like this, mortals and vampires. None had years to match him. True, Papa could best him countless times over. Yet the human comedy held little charm for him these days and the ageless spirit preferred hovering above us all, like wintertime fog.
Avi knew he was there. The little dog sensed it. Annie tried her best to make him sit still, but how many baby carrots and goodies can you stuff into a nine pound Yorkie? Edith would get angry. She'd say - Who do you think is gonna have to clean up all them little turds, you God damn, little bastid!?.....
But Annie didn't care. She loved Avi. Sarah bought him some adorable, little outfits from a doggie boutique at The King of Prussia Mall. They all got lots a crap. Everybody getting ready for The Vampire Revels. Sometimes Tomas puts on recordings, old Baroque music from umpteen years ago. He shows us steps, so we'll be able to dance when we get there. You should see the clothes he got for himself..... fine, close-fitting bootkins.... creamy, white shirts.... trim, well-cut jeans. Sarah did likewise, but she's nowhere near as vain as him. Conrad and Leo made do with The Gap. Leo has a good 'look,' actually. But he's just not into that stuff. Wants to buy little pewter knights and soldiers when we get there. Europe, I mean. Baylah already has lots a nice stuff. They know her real well around Rittenhouse Square. I don't know if Edith is gonna go. One night she says yes. The next night she says no
I'm anxious to meet Tomas' friends from his Byzantine days. Constantinople before 'the fall' and all that. You know all those old 'golem' legends from Central Europe sprang from him? He'd do that. He'd save poor Jews locked in ghettos from annihilation and certain martyrdom. 'Quickened by The Word of God,'...... that's what they said he was. Old Rabbi Lowe in Prague knew different. He recognized a vampire when he saw one. But what could he do? There were children at risk. Fortunately Tomas was a 'good' life-eater.
And there were seasons spent with Indians too. That happened when he first got here. The 'windago' they called him. The all knowing, sometimes good and sometimes bad spirit of the woods.
He tells these tales on chill fall nights. We sit by the fire. Edith serves cider.... hard cider, so the vampires can drink it.
I've never been to Europe, let alone with a group of enchanted immortals. Who am I?
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But Tomas is different. He's only eighteen on the outside. And our ongoing addiction to political confrontation amuses him. So he reads and he studies and he absorbs.
Tomas says - I like what I hear about CLOUD ATLAS. Trips through time intrigue me. For am I not doing the very same thing? I've mentioned a sojourn in Restoration England. That was a fun time, full of friends, joyous assemblies (old word for dance or reception) and rich, ribald humor. Nell Gwynne was the Sarah Silverman of her day, I suppose, or perhaps the Chelsea Handler. The king enjoyed her 'company,' that's for sure.
We all listened attentively when he got like this, mortals and vampires. None had years to match him. True, Papa could best him countless times over. Yet the human comedy held little charm for him these days and the ageless spirit preferred hovering above us all, like wintertime fog.
Avi knew he was there. The little dog sensed it. Annie tried her best to make him sit still, but how many baby carrots and goodies can you stuff into a nine pound Yorkie? Edith would get angry. She'd say - Who do you think is gonna have to clean up all them little turds, you God damn, little bastid!?.....
But Annie didn't care. She loved Avi. Sarah bought him some adorable, little outfits from a doggie boutique at The King of Prussia Mall. They all got lots a crap. Everybody getting ready for The Vampire Revels. Sometimes Tomas puts on recordings, old Baroque music from umpteen years ago. He shows us steps, so we'll be able to dance when we get there. You should see the clothes he got for himself..... fine, close-fitting bootkins.... creamy, white shirts.... trim, well-cut jeans. Sarah did likewise, but she's nowhere near as vain as him. Conrad and Leo made do with The Gap. Leo has a good 'look,' actually. But he's just not into that stuff. Wants to buy little pewter knights and soldiers when we get there. Europe, I mean. Baylah already has lots a nice stuff. They know her real well around Rittenhouse Square. I don't know if Edith is gonna go. One night she says yes. The next night she says no
I'm anxious to meet Tomas' friends from his Byzantine days. Constantinople before 'the fall' and all that. You know all those old 'golem' legends from Central Europe sprang from him? He'd do that. He'd save poor Jews locked in ghettos from annihilation and certain martyrdom. 'Quickened by The Word of God,'...... that's what they said he was. Old Rabbi Lowe in Prague knew different. He recognized a vampire when he saw one. But what could he do? There were children at risk. Fortunately Tomas was a 'good' life-eater.
And there were seasons spent with Indians too. That happened when he first got here. The 'windago' they called him. The all knowing, sometimes good and sometimes bad spirit of the woods.
He tells these tales on chill fall nights. We sit by the fire. Edith serves cider.... hard cider, so the vampires can drink it.
I've never been to Europe, let alone with a group of enchanted immortals. Who am I?
My name is wilkravitz and I approve this message.
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Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: These are the days of EL RANCHO TEXACO ..... Recol...
This how that wild west, 'DALLAS' on Mars tale a The Texaco Family all began..Y'all ain't read it back then (1/18/12) but could be you'll eye it up now... Knowin' how folks does things on Earth... how you think it gonna be out there?... Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: These are the days of EL RANCHO TEXACO ..... Recol...: Little David (though everyone called him 'Davey', or 'Prince') squinted up at the two sky-ponies tracin' lazy circles above the Cinnabar Hil...
HOW THE ELFERINOS AND ELFERINAS GET ALONG
Representatives of a certain rare breed want to talk to you. Celeste has something to say. Usually Marianne speaks for the elferino-vampirinos , or occasionally Roland, but the second pubescent vampirina has something to share.
So come with us to their hidden abode down inside the long buried, old Gimbels subway store. It's dusty and obscured along a maze-like pathway branching off from the Eigth Street station on the Market Street line. The guy who plays sad songs on the piccolo knows the way. He sees them enter in the wee hours of the morning. But they're his friends, always leaving fifty dollar bills or Baum Mercier watches in his money pot. No one ever robs him, 'cause he's swathed in elfin magic. The foursome here in Philadelphia can do that. Vampire enchantment rests differently on each and every soul. Young specimens...the ones known as vampirino-elferinos possess a certain facile grace. Spell-touching comes easy to them. And although Marianne hogs the spotlight, Celeste is the most talented of all.
Shhhh... She approaches, climbing out from the ruins of Santa's Workshop, circa 1974. The throne's a little beat up, but you can still tell what it is. They light the place with a plethora of mini, L.C.D. flashlights. Must be a few dozen of them scattered 'round here. Nice effect, don't you think?
She has the requisite pointed ears and long tapering fingers. eyes are a bit large and almond shaped too. Regulars know it comes from the hormones. They continue stimulating growth even after vampiric transformation occurs. Not forever, but for a time, thus the elfin mien.
And she can fly too. They all can. Flit about like regular little Peter Pans. Knit caps pulled low. Wispy hair framing delicate faces. Angels with needle-like, baby fangs. Yet elferinos rarely kill for a meal. Quick, little drinks, taken on the fly, like mosquitos do for them. Some donors don't even know. Drunken, late night wanderers furnish a lot of what they need. Familiars willingly make up the rest in return for handfuls of banknotes and dear, little baubles. Pick-pockets, you know. And very good at it.
Please, be quiet. The Lady Celeste speaks ---
Peace to you, oh best beloveds. I need your help to accomplish certain things. A pestilence descends upon the flesh-eaters (humans) a new and brazen, cunning influenza. How hellish the virus and prions can be. Even we're not privy to their motivation. But they plan to eat you. Tiny, tiny teeth will tear away precious bits of life. Often they leave before the feast is done. But once in a while they don't and then the victim dies. Yet we can confront them, you and I.
Approach me in the shadows when you see me. You know my face. Don't be bashful. Take the vials and share them with those most sorely afflicted. A drop of warm, red magic does the trick. Vanquish Sir Death and beat him low. A tiny kiss of elfin blood upon the lips... the breath of hope and new beginnings.
They say my blood is strongest and quite suited for the task. Take it to the light, to places I can't go. Be my blessed minions and set this old world right.
For there are those in Philadelphia with knowledge. There are those with much to teach. Keep them by the rostrum and save them from the grave.
What you hear is true....... We only pretend this is fiction.
Yet night-folk need friends and they are you. So step up to the task.
I go now to bathe in the night. Consider what I say. Touch the magic and do not shrink away.
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If you think t'was but a dream, look for me in moonlight. Say my name and I'll be there... Celeste, of the silver eyes....
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and that's it. she disappears. come, I'll guide you out.... some of you feel the truth. you know and you are part of it... For 'Puck' is a friend now. And you are his mate too.
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please hit the magic SHARE BAR (it helps our story live). grace us with a COMMENT and leave a link so we may know you. adieu. ...Oh, and one more thing, for a taste of another breed of dashing, cynical VAMPIRE visit http://caballoblue.com and spend some time with the dashing ALEXIOS. Some of our crew read about him all the time. Sarah wants to arrange a meeting. Tomas is more private and reticent about such things, yet even he is intrigued...
So come with us to their hidden abode down inside the long buried, old Gimbels subway store. It's dusty and obscured along a maze-like pathway branching off from the Eigth Street station on the Market Street line. The guy who plays sad songs on the piccolo knows the way. He sees them enter in the wee hours of the morning. But they're his friends, always leaving fifty dollar bills or Baum Mercier watches in his money pot. No one ever robs him, 'cause he's swathed in elfin magic. The foursome here in Philadelphia can do that. Vampire enchantment rests differently on each and every soul. Young specimens...the ones known as vampirino-elferinos possess a certain facile grace. Spell-touching comes easy to them. And although Marianne hogs the spotlight, Celeste is the most talented of all.
Shhhh... She approaches, climbing out from the ruins of Santa's Workshop, circa 1974. The throne's a little beat up, but you can still tell what it is. They light the place with a plethora of mini, L.C.D. flashlights. Must be a few dozen of them scattered 'round here. Nice effect, don't you think?
She has the requisite pointed ears and long tapering fingers. eyes are a bit large and almond shaped too. Regulars know it comes from the hormones. They continue stimulating growth even after vampiric transformation occurs. Not forever, but for a time, thus the elfin mien.
And she can fly too. They all can. Flit about like regular little Peter Pans. Knit caps pulled low. Wispy hair framing delicate faces. Angels with needle-like, baby fangs. Yet elferinos rarely kill for a meal. Quick, little drinks, taken on the fly, like mosquitos do for them. Some donors don't even know. Drunken, late night wanderers furnish a lot of what they need. Familiars willingly make up the rest in return for handfuls of banknotes and dear, little baubles. Pick-pockets, you know. And very good at it.
Please, be quiet. The Lady Celeste speaks ---
Peace to you, oh best beloveds. I need your help to accomplish certain things. A pestilence descends upon the flesh-eaters (humans) a new and brazen, cunning influenza. How hellish the virus and prions can be. Even we're not privy to their motivation. But they plan to eat you. Tiny, tiny teeth will tear away precious bits of life. Often they leave before the feast is done. But once in a while they don't and then the victim dies. Yet we can confront them, you and I.
Approach me in the shadows when you see me. You know my face. Don't be bashful. Take the vials and share them with those most sorely afflicted. A drop of warm, red magic does the trick. Vanquish Sir Death and beat him low. A tiny kiss of elfin blood upon the lips... the breath of hope and new beginnings.
They say my blood is strongest and quite suited for the task. Take it to the light, to places I can't go. Be my blessed minions and set this old world right.
For there are those in Philadelphia with knowledge. There are those with much to teach. Keep them by the rostrum and save them from the grave.
What you hear is true....... We only pretend this is fiction.
Yet night-folk need friends and they are you. So step up to the task.
I go now to bathe in the night. Consider what I say. Touch the magic and do not shrink away.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
If you think t'was but a dream, look for me in moonlight. Say my name and I'll be there... Celeste, of the silver eyes....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
and that's it. she disappears. come, I'll guide you out.... some of you feel the truth. you know and you are part of it... For 'Puck' is a friend now. And you are his mate too.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
please hit the magic SHARE BAR (it helps our story live). grace us with a COMMENT and leave a link so we may know you. adieu. ...Oh, and one more thing, for a taste of another breed of dashing, cynical VAMPIRE visit http://caballoblue.com and spend some time with the dashing ALEXIOS. Some of our crew read about him all the time. Sarah wants to arrange a meeting. Tomas is more private and reticent about such things, yet even he is intrigued...
Monday, October 15, 2012
TWINAS LATINAS Halloween FUN : An All Hallow's Eve Tale
TWINAS LATINAS Halloween FUN : An All Hallow's Eve Tale: by Billy Kravitz Who am I? I'm just an old 'Piney' and we hear a lot a strange tales in the Pines . . . The ' Pines ' were always th...(an atmospheric story about a young woman, an old shot-gun-shack and fate... Que Sera, Sera..... Say hello to la Santa Muerte).......Happy Halloween.
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