Cast of Les Miserables performs at the Oscars (Full Performance!!) (Plea...rent the film if u haven't seen it. Our closing act tonight. SPEAKS VOLUMES about the VAMPIRES we write about... 6/01/13

The air conditioning wouldn't work. That happens, even to vampires. Jonathon sat out in the small back garden cooling himself with a tiny, plastic, battery powered fan.  Edith drank glass after glass of Sunny-Delight.  And Annie fidgeted. She said - I wanna go to 'Lantic City. TV lady said it's not so hot there.... And she whined, but no one answered. Conrad was out wandering the aisles of an all-night supermarket and Leo was off tormenting somebody. 

I suppose they could have gone to a hotel, though sometimes night-folk suffer from a crippling ennui. They sit and they stare and they ponder. Sarah wasn't there. She was off with the vampire grandmother and her eighty or ninety year old mortal grandchildren, getting a nice bathing suit with a little skirt for the 'girl' and some kind of trunks for the 'boy' so they could go to the roof-top pool of a nearby condominium and dunk themselves a few times. What are you gonna do? They were a family. You think people forget once they cross over? You think vampires just walk away from it all? Yeah, a few do... bastids.... assholes.... Most ain't like that. They funnel money to parents in Cremona, or threaten an Agent in L.A.. They stay involved.  Then, after a few decades, everybody dies... and then they set out to save the world, just like a farmer 'culling' his herd. That's what Jonathon does. That's what a lot of them do. This isn't a new thing. Vampires didn't start five hundred years ago, or four thousand years ago, or two thousand years ago. They've always been there.... a 'shadow humanity' waiting in the darkness. Look at 'Papa.' He's twenty eight thousand years old. But he isn't here now. 'Papa' is gone and no one knows where. And soon Sarah will be too. 

Edith and Annie will stay together. They'll have money... more than enough. Jonathon will see to that.  Perhaps Conrad will remain with them? wilkravitz will too. He's all agitated... can't sleep... nervous. Feels lost 'cause he couldn't 'sell' this. Wants to get the story out there. Told everybody it was real. Said so right from the beginning. You know... That line.... That first line... 'First of all, we must agree that what comes next is fiction...'  And he didn't white-wash anything. Go back to the early parts. It's all there. The pit. The two girls. The mortal line. The 'blood' line.... They fall off the wagon once in a while. Blameless people have died too. And still he wants to change the world...... 'Change the world'.... Do you know how hard it is to paint a house? 

So the train jumps the track. But the rails still remain. One night he'll come back, to the 'cause' I mean. Perhaps he'll be a paladin, taking on individual injustices along the way..... killing a cruel boss... propping up a wavering hero.

Oh, Philadelphia won't be without night-folk. Like I said, Conrad and Leo....Blackie and Minnie... Is Minnie still living?... I don't know..... And Baylah will be here. you know, she has so much more to say. 

And don't forget The Pines.... The New Jersey Pine Barrens are real. And they are there and they are waiting.... A vast expanse of mystery deep in the heart of Megalopolis, the biggest city the world has ever known....... You've seen ads for SWAMP MURDERS?...... Please..... That's all I'm going to say.

I'm Doctor Franklin and these hot, summer days are my 'season.' I wander 'round the city in a long vest and knee britches posing for photographs with smiling tourists waiting for their table at City Tavern. When the buzzer goes off they are gone. Put in the right pocket, it's more than a buzzer. Heh, heh, heh. You know me. 

Now I've got to go back to my compound. The specimens need food. And The Grand Armonica needs tuning.

But answer me this~~~> After staying with us for more than 700,000 words, will you ever look at vampires the same way again?

They hope and they dream, just like you do... But they take everything so much more to heart. 

Oh, the story isn't ending. The story never will. But you know what I mean.

You know, there's a short, tight, polished-up version of this. wilkravitz wrote it. I think it's for the screen. PHILADELPHIA AFTER DARK, he calls it. More coherent. More linear. The characters are a bit different. I believe Jonathon is a Scotsman in that one.

But it has a line at the end, when a certain much loved vampire finally wins his death. Just before his body ignites, he sighs and says - Look for me in the knowing eyes of a child. I have been among the dead too long..... Then his ashes dance up into the sky like snowflakes and mingle with the stars...

Now listen to the song down below... and know what night-folk really are.
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The Kings of Summer Teaser Trailer - Sundance Film Festival 2013 and a former vampirina observes and confronts her new found mortality... 5/31/13

We were able to post tonight's not-to-be-missed warm weather flick, THE KINGS OF SUMMER, at the top of the post. And I have no idea how that happened. All I did was close my eyes and flutter my fingers over the keys, like an arthritic exercising his knuckles. For real... (sigh). That's what I did and tonight it worked. That's why I MUST be channeling it all, because I have no idea how any of this digital stuff actually operates. Boy, would I LOVE to post photographs... my own.... But I just do not know how. I practice in front of the medicine cabinet all the time..... My 'writer' look... My 'humorist' look... My 'whacky' look... Well, that one covers a lot of bases... and even my 'walking through the curtains on Jimmy Fallon' look. But so far they're just etched into the space-time continuum of an old, decaying mirror, like Lincoln's voice and Honus Wagner's fast ball.

Anyway, make sure you watch the clip. And make sure you see the film. In my opinion, STAND BY ME meets RUSHMORE with a pixilated (my favorite word) dose of sylvan magic.

We got a little pixilated thing over at the 'wonderland.' A seven or eight year old, stringy haired, white girl named Annie. I don't know why we call her 'the white girl.' Mister Never-You-Mind, our most popular disembodied spirit narrator, started it and it's become like a tradition 'round here. 

The Pineys, along with other Jersey Woodland exotics, helped her shed 'the burden' (the vampire term for what they got) via arcane 'pow-wow' magic, derived from The Biblical 'Year of Jubilee.' See, you can't miss any of this, 'cause a lot happens. So now she's back in the Philadelphia townhouse with her vampire step family and yadda-yadda-yadda, she has to make sense of it all-----

Edith (the Piney housekeeper) sits watching rock girls on Jimmy Fallon (second mention tonight), as Annie studies the contents of her snot-rags...... Ewww - she says. Where's it come from? My brain? .... No, right under it. Like between that soft spot, back a your mouth and the shelf where they keep your head guts - says the Piney woman..... But how do you know? - goes the stringy haired little thing..... Learned it in Sunday school. You know the original 'manna' was Kellogg's Sugar Frosted Flakes? Learned that too. And Salome was a thirty four 'B,' only they had different names for it back then...

The former vampirina shoots off four or five fast, little sneezes..... Shit! I can't s-s-stand this! - she goes. Where's them Flintstone Chewable Allergy pills!?..... 

Jonathon, her vampire step father, promised he'd bring them.  But this is his time a the month... the night he 'culls' somebody. And that always gets him all hot and bothered, so he slipped into an underground, never used subway line for a nice, cool sponge bath administered by his two 'mole-girl' sweeties, Sylvia and Aura, daughters of the Mole King himself. 

Sarah don't care. They driftin' apart. She still love him and all. But she don't care. Got a 'call' to search out secrets in Siberia. Vampires get that way sometime. You know that. So Jonathon settin' in an old wash tub, filled with drippy-drop water from a subterranean, rusty pipe, as two wide-eyed beauties chill him down with cold trickles wrung from semi-natural sea sponges boosted from a Locust Street drug store. They do occasionally get up to the surface. After that, they gonna play Betty Boop and Mussolini... Don't ask me. That's they name for it. Mole folks crazier than vampires.

So Annie leans against Edith's ample bosom and snorts the mucus back up into her brain pan. Vampire gals ain't gotta deal with crap like that. They most definitely do not. Sarah say she gonna give her a little booster shot a vampire blood... jus' a little drink. She still be mortal and all, only bye-bye to all them snot-rags. But she forgot, what with wanderin' through the dark, maze-like stacks of the Grand Central Library. That where she researchin' her trip. Much more atmospheric than some keyboard. Wonder what the no-home-guys, who hole up there at night, think when she come by?

Edith watchin' Hoda and Kathy-Lee. It a late night rerun. Annie sleepin.' This like her eight or ninth night a human sleep in two years. And she look so pretty... No, really. For Annie, she does....

Now this townhouse on a quiet street, one a them old-timey Philadelphia 'carriage ways' that got itself preserved into our time. Nobody walk down here. Not this late at night. It dark. Got little trees. But, still, they trees. Sometime a dog walker come through. They think that dog gonna save 'em. Sometime a hoodlum sneakin' away from a cop slide through. That how it is. Wonder if they ever think what goes on here. Wonder if they know how close they come to the mystery an' all?

But this place old. This Philadelphia. An' we got mystery up the wazoo...
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2013 Summer Movie Preview: Iron Man, Superman, Wolverine & More! from CLEVVER...(great site) Plus some of our NEUROTIC NIGHT-FOLK STUFF TOO... 5/30/13

If you want it, here it is. come and get it. but you better hurry, 'cause it's goin' fast...... Movie clips and more from CLEVVER (great site) ... But we had to put them down at the bottom of this post, because <I don't know how to put it anywhere else...> ... ALSO ( we learned this from Brit Writer, Andrew Harding) just SHARING a worthy movie trailer, along with your blog, increases traffic by at least twentyfive percent. Only Mr. Harding doesn't need that, 'cause he already gets more than 30,000 hits a month. If YOU want to SHARE a MOVIE TRAILER on YOUR BLOG, do this ~> 1) Google hot new summer movie trailers on YOU TUBE 2) pick one and click on it 3) click on the SHARE word right below the trailer 4) click on that little 'arrow' thing to expand the list of sites you can SHARE on 5) click on the stylized BLOGGER icon.... and waa laa! You have it. Then proceed as usual. And I hope you're more web savvy than I am, because I REALLY DID want to feature that video up at the top. But no matter what I did, it just wouldn't go there... GOOD piece, though... Thank You, CLEVVER! (subscribe to them!)

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Night-folk hate summer heat. It's not that they kill every evening. But when they do, the blood is hot and slow and heavy. Even the salty tang is subdued. Jonathon sits on the roof for hours. hiding in the shadow of a gable, as he silently watches the 'life-bladders' (us) down below. Sarah wants to leave. He doesn't want her to go. She craves exploration and self-discovery. He craves companionship... maybe more than he truly craves her. Leo says they have an open marriage. And everyone knows it, but them. 

She wants to go Russia and 'vampire' her way 'cross Siberia. She wants to curl up with slumbering bears on cold, icy nights and take gratuitous nips of their rich, ursine, gravy. Life-eaters do that, you know. Bear dens are safe and dark and secure. Vampires have been hiding there since the beginning... Whenever that was. She wants to meet up with the isolated Neanderthal remnants still roaming there.Some say Shangri-La truly exists. Others claim the Sambation still flows. Sarah wants to see for herself. Yes, Jonathon has found places and discovered things. But those quests were his quests... seen through his eyes. Sarah wants realities of her own. But she hasn't left yet, because the little girl, known as Annie, needs her now. Sarah understands that, so she waits. 

True, she and her trim, young, vampirino paramour still snuggle in the raw earth crypt beneath the town house. She likes the rose petal bedding. Dedicated 'familiars' renew it twice a week. And Jonathon (a.k.a. Tomas) practices old intimacies perfected by the sophisticated Moors of Old Spain. She likes that too. 

This night, Sarah sits among old tomes, deep within the stacks of the Great Central Library on the Parkway... the Benjamin Franklin Parkway. She reads handwritten diaries and journals, prepared by Radanites and others, as they penetrated the vast, unknown heartland of the storied, Eurasian Steppe. Some are in Latin. Some are in Arabic. Some are in French. She knows some French... a bit of Latin too. But the carefully, hand drawn illustrations, etched upon parchment (vellum being too delicate) by meticulous travelers  eager to share the truth, are breath taking.....

Look, if Jersey Devils, Red Paint People and other wonders are found within the dense, dark confines of the expansive (in their own way) New Jersey Pine Barrens, imagine the lifeforms hiding there...

Fantastical encounters are almost a mathematical certainty...

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SARAH, Jonathon's VAMPIRE CONSORT, speaks from a nice house at THE JERSEY SHORE ... 5/29/30

Baylah's boyfriend has little 'tablets' in every room. He's into technology. It's just something he does for his guests. Jonathon and Edith took Annie up to Ocean City's boardwalk, about fifteen minutes away. I stayed home. I'm afraid to put myself on display in a place like that. Somebody will recognize me. Not 'might'... but 'will.' I've only been like this for maybe a little more than two years. I still have magazines from before 'the change.' And although my eye teeth aren't all that different, they do stand out. They make me self-conscious. I'm afraid to laugh. That makes me look even more out of place, especially in Ocean City.... especially in 'happy town central.' Oh,  we see vampires at the shore all the time. Beings from other bands, I mean. They glide through casinos taking stock of the mortals as they imperiously chose their prey. Of course they 'try' to follow the dietary laws. Of course they attempt to 'cull' only the evil. But sometimes 'bacon' smells SO good. 

I don't like strange vampires. Maybe I'll get over it. Maybe it's just a thing we go through, but I don't. They make me sick. They throw it in my face. They say - This is what you are. This is what you do. This is how you look...... The Vampire Revels were torture to me. I hardly spoke to a soul. I'm NOT like them. Jonathon isn't like them. We're different. You know that. You know it. 

When it first happened, I saw myself as Wendy, from Peter Pan, sent by God (why not?) to 'mother' them. A family. I had a family. And I had Jonathon too. He used Tomas back then. He'll go back to it. You'll see. He will. And I loved the townhouses and the museum basements and all the other places we frequented. You know, I sent money to a cousin of mine. She's like a sister. Keeps calling and emailing. Keeps asking when I'm coming out to Denver to see everybody. A 'familiar' handles the correspondence. A copywriter for an ad agency I think he is. Knows Jonathon's 'voice.' Knows my 'voice.' Calls if he has any questions. My cousin talks to him now. They say it's better that way. But I hate it. 

Still give out the blood vials, though. Still heal people in hospitals or on street corners, or in laundromats. I don't tell them what it is. A few get a feeling. But most don't want to know..... Jonathon's periodic vampire flare ups, like the one that just ended, give this city, Philadelphia, I mean, quite a reputation. I've seen articles... 'An Old City With Ancient Magic'.... 'New Orleans, North'.... 'The Ghosts of Philadelphia.' Pow-wow magic has become the new voo-doo. So called practitioners even run ads in the back of PHILADELPHIA MAGAZINE. Edith laughs at them. But that's all she does. 

Jonathon and I drift apart. They tell me it's normal. I did talk to one vampirina at the Revels. She was all right. She told me. I liked her perfume. Moroccan, I think it was. A Berber, from high in the Atlas Mountains. Caught in an Ottoman slave raid and sold on the isle of Naxos to either a bey or a pasha. That part, I don't remember. But one of the eunuch's had a friend. He'd sneak out of the 'quarters' to meet him. One night he came back changed. Then one by one he passed 'the burden' on to all the rest, til theirs was a harem of life-eaters, even the four official wives. When the old dowager, the mother of the bey, or pasha found out, they sewed her into a weighted sack and tossed her into the harbor. They say it takes two hundred heartbeats to drown. But we're immune to that. Then they killed the master. Drained him of every bit of serum 'neath his skin. For a month they reigned as 'the vampire harpies of Naxos,' although, in truth, they were quite beautiful. But when the Emperor-Sultan himself , Akbar, I think she said, dispatched the great Barbarossa, First Admiral of the Realm to root them out and crush them into dust, they fled, too scared to test their own nascent abilities. And so she burned through many vampire romances. A few were still friends. Some were dead, others forgotten..... I told her I was different. I told her I loved him. She said she did not doubt it, but love and endurance are not the same.

And now I understand.

Let me stop now. I want to go out. I want to walk through almost deserted streets. I want to pass by the occasional mortal trying desperately to walk without a sound. Sometimes they cross the street at my approach. Sometimes they look down. But I pose no threat to them. And they sense it. It's dark and damp and quiet. I like that. It helps me think...
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Kiss Of The Damned Official Trailer #2 (2013) - Vampire Movie HD...... Jonathon found this on line...intriguing film, but not the way it really is... 5/28/13

'Papa' never showed up. He wasn't there to see his little protegee regain her mortal form and Annie was glad. Children are resilient and she viewed her vampire sojourn as a dream. Not that she was completely untouched. A certain magical charge still tingled within her form. Edith says she's a seer...maybe a 'stone bouncer,' with telekinetic abilities too. They took her to a Chinese buffet in a town bordering the Pines. Let her play the claw machine. Annie won every time. Owner starts cursing at her. Says machine owner's gonna get real mad. But Annie just smiles. Then she gives him half her loot for his kid. Little girl wants a take it, but her daddy starts hollerin' something'. Sarah says it's Korean. She went to college. She knows.

Owner says he gonna get beat up. Machines is owned by skinny, crazy guy with big racketeer uncle. Skinny guy not official racketeer. But he just likes to play likes he is. Then he starts cryin'. Annie wants the toys, but she feels bad, so she gives 'em back. Guy grabs them up, unlocks the top of the machine and dumps 'em back. His little girl silently sucks back a tear or two and they leave. Magic folk and vampires are used to bein' 'last customers' in stores and stuff, 'cause they never know what could happen. Best not to have other people 'round. 


They gone back to the city soon. Jonathon gets word. He gets calls from 'familiars.' Use them 'no contract' phones you buy minute cards for. Harder to trace. They say most folks is settled down now. All the vampire stuff blowin' over. Just another 'thing,' like planking, or flash mobs. 'Mass hysteria'.... That's what they always say. ... People is so dumb.... A few still meet in that place under the bank building. But every night there's less and less of 'em. TV church folks start bad mouthin' 'blatant examples of unGodly vampire culture foisted upon an unsuspecting public by money worshiping Hollywood Hucksters.'.... Somebody stabs a screenwriter in L.A.. Everybody's happy. That's the way it is. Families puttin' up cheap, blue, plastic water bladder 'swimmin' pools' now anyway. Vampire time is October. Summertime for burger grillin' and tire slashin'... Some kids is partial to house robbin' too. You know... fun stuff. 

Sarah don't wanna go back to the city. She wants a stay in the country. Not necessarily the Pines, but some place small and quiet. Jonathon goes - How we gonna feed? Ain't gone be enough bad folks..... And he don't kill no other kind. 

Leo already back there. In the city, I mean. He like a loose canon. Conrad, his vampire 'step brother' say he not gone share no sleepin' chamber wit' him no more. And he wanna know if Annie still his 'mother,' now that she ain't night-folk no more.... He want Annie to say something, but she jus' a seven or eight year old stringy hair, little white girl now and truth is, she doan care. Pin-Head-Mel say she not no fun no more... But she jus' look at him. Guess her pin-head lovin' nights is over. 

I guessin' they gone hole up in some nice, little shore town what ain't crowded yet. Put Annie on a merry-go-round. Stuff her up wit' pizza pie and funnel cake. Walk the boardwalk. Doan know who gone take her to the beach. Maybe Edith'll do that, if she had 'nuff a Mister Edith for a while... Or if he had too much a her. 

got a movie house comin' attraction on here someplace. Think it down at the bottom. Yeah, there it is. Not true, the way night-folk life really be... but you all go ahead and watch it anyway... Human beans don't like no real stuff. You know that...

This Mister Never-You-Mind what talkin' to you tonight.... your favorite disembodied spirit tale-teller of 'em all. 

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WORLD WAR Z - United Kingdom trailer...see it at the bottom of this blog post.... 5/27/13..

You want to know why the media bombards us with so much paranormal stuff? They want to cloud the issue. They want to relegate it to frass (roach feces) seasoned popcorn in sticky floored multiplexes and sullen, big bellied twenty somethings who sit up front and slouch down real low. It's just 'simple minded' entertainment for video game addicts and fast food junkies.

They want to belittle the whistle blower. They want to scare people, but not like you think. They want to label people as misinformed, or mistaken, or troubled, or liars, or crazy. And even those with 'the right stuff'... even astronauts who've seen things up close, stay silent for decades. It's a horrible thing to be laughed at... It's torture. 

But sometimes things leak out. Sometimes facts escape. Somebody takes a photograph or maybe a video. Someone records a sound, or discovers a body. Only we live in the land of NEED TO KNOW. And if you ain't in the loop, you can go to hell.

Senior politicos get briefed. Those with power know. Their physicians are able to apply reverse engineered alien elixirs. Their children get algebra1 and algebra2 uploaded right into their brains.  And their enamoradas stay young a long, long, long, long time. The rich are different than you or me. And not because of the cash, but because of who, or what they know. 

We try to slip you the truth in our STORY ARCS. We try to learn you what's right. That old, old book the vampires refer to... LA CIENCIA VAMPIRISMO, really exists. Clerics have been burning it for centuries, along with loud mouthed cognoscenti too. Aliens were termed 'demons' or 'moth-men' or 'little folk' or 'elves.' Eighty four point five percent of all that JERSEY PINES crap we tell you is true. Folks in PHILADELPHIA have actually SEEN the HORRIFIC GHOUL known as Johnny Jump Up. And one of them 'fake' BEN FRANKLINS people shake hands and take pictures with on the streets of Old Philadelphia, ain't really fake at all. (can you spot the real one?).

There's a reason we had to show you the United Kingdom trailer. When you see the movie, you'll know.

And if you go back and skim through our posts, you'll see things too. Seven hundred thousand words is a lot. Arcane knowledge is hidden throughout. Putting it together and posting every night is work. We know they're watching. But we do it anyway. They make us pretend that it's fiction. They make people pretend a lot a things....

But now you know....

here's a bit of little known knowledge. human blood, due its iron content, has magnetic properties. want to try it out? then do this. get a hold of one of them light weight, small, plastic-faced, refrigerator magnets. Press it against your forehead, just above the middle of your brow ridge . you'll find a little 'hollow' spot. that's the place. blood flows near the surface there and after a few seconds the magnet should stick, caught by the tiny metallic particles in your veins... so we're all (or almost all) homo sapien magnetica..... electric, in a way... and science is just now beginning to understand how to utilize that capability....but don't mess with real electricity, because that can flick the eternal 'off' switch for good and kill you.

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Don Jon Collab RE: MY FAVORITE THINGS.. Another break from the paranormal BUT TONIGHT'S POST JUST MIGHT HELP YOU GET DISCOVERED...REALLY...GO SEE and send your friends ... 5/26/13

This is 'money' colored...well, sort of, because who knows? It could happen ...Right? We all want an 'in.' We all want Hollywood 'uncles.' (or aunts)....But until you get a chance to re-arrange your gene pool, watch this. Joseph Gordon Levitt has a site, in some ways like PROJECT GREEN LIGHT sponsored by Ben Affleck (excuse spelling) & Matt Damon a few years ago. Only this one offers instant gratification. Jump in. Become part of a major project. Collaborate... (not with the enemy...with FILM MAKERS!!) And the weird thing is... they WANT to see our work... No more 'who sent you?'..... No more fake recommendations, or self-created competition prizes..... I do so value my AMERICAN SYNOD of SCREENWRITERS award even IF people always ask me to explain the three letters on my t-shirt.

OK, no more 'jokes.' DREAM BIG. DREAM NOW. JUST DO IT. who cares if that's somebody else's line... As they say, 'it's all in the execution.' 

So go execute something... and post it to the site Joe talks about in the video below. I wanted to feature it up at the top, but BLOGGER just let me do it this way. I play by the rules...just don't know most of 'em... And if you'd like to do me a very small, though much appreciated favor, PLEASE peek at some of my STORY ARCS. All you have to do is click on this ~> BILLY'S STORY ARCS ..... Then leave a comment so WE can all see YOUR LINK and peek at YOUR SITES too!...OK, there's the video. WATCH IT!