PIN HEAD MEL STILL MISSIN' and more NEWS FROM THE JERSEY PINES

Pin Head Mel is missing. People are out looking for him now. The elves are flying around trying to pick up his scent. That shouldn't be too difficult, since he's been living on old tubes of Hickory Farms beef-liver pate and store brand peanut butter. We're all on stuff like that. Food is scarce in the dark. But I already told you that.

It's me, wilkravitz. No... wait, wait, wait...that's my twitter name. My flesh and blood one is Billy Kravitz. And I'm still stuck here in this parallel universe. You know nine percent of the male population in  North America is named 'Billy.' And Gladys Kravitz' husband, Abner, was a retired cantor. Now, why did I say that? I think the fever is making me delirious. I'm sweating and shivering too. Edith says it'll pass. But her husband, Mr. Edith ain't so sure. Says I may not be used to all the 'bugs' they got in this place, like Tijuana Poo Poo, or Ga-Ga-Fritzie disease. Can't even get shots, 'cause lotsa docs grabbed what they could outta hospital pharmacies before running away to hide with their families. The Red Paint people have some herbal remedies. I'm on one now. Tastes like rancid garlic and Fluffer-Nutter. Could use a little more rancid garlic, if you ask me.

A lot a folks are scared Pin Head Mel got caught by a band a 'noxious' vampires. The cherubs been crying lately... too scared to fly around. They sense something. It's pathetic. They're so scared. Edith and the other women hold 'em and rock 'em and sing to 'em.We all got itchy,little bites from 'em. The elves and cherubs, I mean. Nobody minds, 'cause they don't take much blood... just little nips. You should hear 'em gurgle with delight when they get some.. It makes me feel good. The only adult vampire, a 'noble' one, I mean, we got with us is Baylah. She slinks off into the dark once in a while, hunting for 'food.' But the noble ones are all right. They just go after weird perverts and evil shitheads and stuff.. So far she ain't complaining. I guess the Jersey Pine Barrens got an adequate supply.

Baylah picks up like little mental tweets from Blackie and Minnie back in Philadelphia. It's worse in the cities. People got guns. People got pepper spray. Gangs roam the inky blackness armed with big, super-sized cans a Aqua Net and Bic lighters. All you gotta do is ignite a spritz and you got a cheap, but serviceable flame thrower. Who knew they carried such cutting edge military equipment at the dollar store?

Mr. Edith picked up a story on the radio. Government's gonna send a few a the gung-ho vampires they been keeping in the Pentagon on a mission. Look, that ain't no secret anymore. Everybody knows about vampires now. At least in THIS dimension they do. I don't know how it is in my real dimension, 'cause I can't tell when we branched off. Happy-the-Clown could be running for President of the United States  there right now, for all I know. But the  guy on the radio says they want to send some a the vampires with good 'sublimation' skills on a mission. Want 'em to fly up outta the atmosphere and explore the Great Sky Sea we got surrounding us. I don't know what the hell they can do about it.

The people they got out on Mars, the ones in Circus Towne1 sent back pictures. They got 'em just before the sky lakes expanded and merged into the Great Sky Sea. But nobody likes to look at them, 'cause it's too scary.

Them what knows says it's gonna get even colder. Earth's givin' up its last little bit a solar radiation. It rises up into space, warming the waters of our briny shell. Then it goes wanderin' off into the cosmos. But we can't get no more warmth from the sun. Oh, the sun sends it, alright, but it just bounces off them shining sky waves and goes poof.  Might as well just flush it down a giant toilet.

Earth must look real pretty from somewhere's else right now. Must look like a real big, glittery mirror. Bet it even outshines Venus. You will have to excuse me, but I gotta stop typing this. Them elves is pesterin' me to play Yatzee with 'em. No sign a Pin Head Mel, so they called off the search til 'morning.'...... God knows when that'll be....

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ZEBULON'S SLEEPY POEM.....

This is the state of humanity in the realm of which I speak. Untold legions of them crawl about on the orb known as Earth. Thousands congregate on the world known as Dagan. Excuse me. I use the ancient Semetic name for the God of War. You probably call him Ares, or Mars. Mars, yes...Mars....That's it. And a similar number hovers about the big honey colored one with the round, flat diadem. Cronos? Chronos? No, not chronus...Saturn...Yes, Saturn... Saturn-Saturn-Saturn... I have to remember that name. It's just that we who have incarnated in past ages are so intrigued by the vast, glittering arc they call home. How did you construct such a dazzling conveyance? Which jinn did you bribe? Is it true that your imperial necromancers brought forth such a thing on their own? Ah, such wonders. But you must remember that I am Zebulon, none but the disembodied spirit of a thirteen year old Judean boy. Your 'creation' is much bigger than ours. The Pillars of Samson (known to  you by that pagan stand-in, Hercules) marked the end of my world. True, the Phonecian fleet, under ageis of The Great Steward of God's Throne (King Solomon to you) touched the Tin Isles (Britian) and kissed lands far to the south of Punt (Sheba), but they were just exceptions to the rule. And now you like in a cosmos devoid of rules.

But know that I have seen realms aplenty. Ten to your 'north' and six to your 'south.' The one with all the problems spoons close to you. It is the first one to the 'north.' Your cauldron stirrers call them parallel universes. Yet the pox afflicting them is contagious. Beware. Protect yourself. Light fires. Burn incense. Sacrifice virgins, if such is still your custom. Zebulon knows so little of unbelievers.

Yet these people from 'first to the north' show promise. Perhaps they can best this pestilence. Or perhaps it is not truly a pestilence at all. Permitt me to share what I know about that other Holy City...that other Jerusalem..... a mirror image to yours in oh, so many ways.....

Lailah came back from the Sky Princes. Her father found her asleep in her bed. The shock almost killed him. But he is used to miracles, or the possibility of miracles, so he managed to survive. Three hundred heartbeats later, after replacing his pissed up garments with clean ones, he knelt by her pallet, listening to her tell of the sojourn in the sky.

Now he is a man of what you term the Twenty First Century. He's seen copies of The National Geographic. He has tasted the gastronomic wonders of limitless buffets. Fried calamari is as naught to him. Jiggling cubes of 'Jello' are but toys. Yet this recollection astounded him. And he ran his fingers in amongst her teeth, searching for the lethal fangs. For he knew that his daughter was a life-eater, though he'd hoped the affliction might have passed.

The cat-like eye teeth were still there. He slumped down onto the cold, tile floor in disappointment.

And outside the night that was not night, or the day that never dawned, went on, as the spiritual navel of Creation endured under a dull, dead, green-black sky. Food was hard to get. Theives scooped up every crumb. All the lambs were slaughtered. Now the kids were next. (please do not be confused. I speak of little goatkins and not the rude, young, humans you so readily breed). Corn and millet and rye had long since been baked into cakes and devoured. Most lived on cans of soup...Dinty Moore Beef Stew.... and cellophane wrapped tendons of Beef Jerky. Those fellow Proclaimers of God's Unity, whether Jew or Muslim were sorely afflicted, for a 'Righteous, Clean' diet proved almost non-existent. But good shoots sometimes spring from moldy seeds. And the two 'brothers,' the two Son's of Abraham (whether figuratively or literally... humans are such whores {Ooh! I said it!}who can possibly know such a thing?) helped each other. Foodstuffs were shared. Prayers said in common. And help went both ways. At first few noticed. But after a time...they did......

And the luminous relic, resting down in the cellar, began to resonate. Maybe there would be a worthy 'final act' before the end? But the play is not yet done. The 'noxious' life-eaters have yet to speak. Pray their scenes are short.

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A STRANGER IN A STRANGELY FAMILIAR PLACE

Estoy un poco enferma. Me duele la cabeza. Perdona me pero a veces no recuerdo ingles, solomente espanol y yo no se porque. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. It's coming back. My mind is beginning to clear. I am not typing this from my usual place in OUR universe. Something has happened. I am OVER THERE now. The information I have been channeling is absolutely real. It comes from a parallel universe almost exactly like ours, except for the part about the soulless, frequency-entities out to destroy it (Earth, I mean.

The Pine Barrens here are exactly the same as the Pine Barrens at home. In fact, I AM HOME. This Jersey is our Jersey. Sure, some of the details are a teensy bit different. Over here, the planet is encased in a storm-tossed, concentric salt water shell hovering two hundred miles over head. We still have clouds. We still have air. Planes take off and fly to exotic destinations, all within a dark, green, liquid wrapping.

I mean I would channel this and type it up for world-wide consumption, but I never actually visualized it before. I want to go back. I do. I really do. But I'm scared. Doctor Franklin is the only one who can help me. Some of the other Anti-Enchantment-Bureau guys (female guys too) might be able to do something, only none of them are here. They took off for Mars in one of the new ion-turbo-drive ships they've recently developed.

The REAL Edith seems pretty nice though. That's who I'm staying with. And the cabin in the pines is not like I imagined. It's much nicer, like a scaled down Pocono retreat. We got a fire going. There's always a fire going. 'A' because it's the primary source of heat and 'B' because it's always dark now. Sunlight doesn't penetrate down through the watery shell. Scientists 'here' say that means the 'sky-sea' is at least six hundred feet deep. A few think it might be more than two thousand. Trees are still OK, at least in our part of the world. That's because it's almost winter here. The leaves are gone. Photosynthesis has stopped for the year. But other vital forms of plant life are dying. Sea plankton (from the real sea) is disappearing, so say good bye to the food chain. And the Southern Hemisphere can't grow anything at all. The news says some small scale cultivation is being attempted in large green houses equipped with row after row of ultra-violet 'grow' lights. Some people are doing the same thing here. The only problem is a tomato will cost more than a new brassiere.

It's scary out in the woods too. Bobcats are all around, big ones. Mr. Edith (her husband) says some of them might be lynx's. And the Jersey Devil population is getting a little berserk too. They run through the pines screamin' and screamin' . None of the 'elves and cherubs' like it. They're afraid to go out. Not that the equine monsters could do anything to them, what with their being vampires and all. But they're juvenile vampires and some of them are prone to bad dreams.

Let me tell you, it is PITCH BLACK outside. People burn wood for heat AND light. Candles are getting scarce too. Baylah, the Beyonce look-a-like vampire (I'm glad I was able to actually meet her), roams the pines searching for abandoned bee hives. She brings back the wax. Edith and the other Piney women know how to make it into candles. The Red Paint guys been trading root vegetables (they're big on preserving root vegetables) for batteries and stuff with people at the Fort Dix PX. I guess pickled carrots and turnips must  taste good, or something.

Nobody can make it out to Mars anymore. The ships can't pass through the sky-sea. It drowns the engines. They say one or two of the big ones got through. Radio guy said they cut power prior to 'submerging' and floored it once they got out. Inertia's what did it. A few want to try it again, but people are scared. They have to orbit just below the sky-sea line a couple dozen times to build up enough speed to bust out. And it's not like the fumes can just drift out into space. We are locked in a giant basement down here. Roaches seem to like it. They must be having permanent orgies, or something, 'cause you see 'em (well actually crunch or touch 'em) everywhere. They tell me the worst part is when they tickle your legs just as you're trying to fall asleep. A biologist on the internet (and for some reason, we only get that maybe an hour or two a 'day.') says we'll be eating them soon. Hey, they buy fried grasshoppers on the street in Mexico, so?

I guess Blackie and Minnie are still prowling 'round across the river, over in Philly. God, it's hard to believe they're real. Channeling is one thing. Feeling and seeing is something else.

I asked about my parallel universe duplicate over here. The Red Paint guys laughed. They know everything. One of their women (who looks just like famed alpine skier Peekaboo Street) told me that will never happen, 'cause I'm 'occupying his reality.'  I wonder if that means he's over there safe in my world?

Tonight we ate crayfish from this little stream they got, so I guess maybe next week it'll be time to move on to  roaches. I mean how different can they taste?

I like Pin Head Mel though. He's nice. He's a good soul. All this darkness doesn't bother him. He likes running through the inky woods. But before, when we were playing Yatzee, he told me he smells things, crazy things. I asked him what it smelled like. He said like the elves, but 'dirty... real dirty.' Baylah says we should be on the look out for 'noxious' vampires. She's a 'noble' like Jonathon and Sarah and all the others. But she knows....... she knows. Edith says they're already in the Poconos. I mean, she got the pow-wow in her and she just feels things like that..

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LAILAH HAS AN ENCOUNTER

Now Lailah, the fifteen year old daughter of the pious Armenian cleric had been in the presence of the sound beings for a certain period of time. Don't ask me how long. Things are not finite in the universe. Existence itself depends on fluctuation and change. But she felt things and she saw things. Were the sights she viewed really there? I told you. What difference does that make. It was her reality. It was her truth. And in no way less valid than any other.

She saw a radiance, a nebulous globe, spinning first one way and then another, it's axis constantly changing. Tiny points of light swarmed 'round the luminous orb. And she knew that she was one of them. Upon approaching, she felt a heat that was not heat, but rather an all encompassing peace. Music eminated out from an indistinct surface. At least it was music to her. Now the orb was like a mountain and she but a little goat. Moments later, it enveloped her and the music stopped. She floated in the midst of utter emptiness. No light. No sound. No air. The space seemed infinite. Lailah wanted to scream, but she was to. Quiet, she must be quiet, like a mouse in the midst of a cavernous house. And she existed like that for thirty five human heartbeats.

Then a needle, an unbelievably thin needle came down from a region  far above her head. Another approached from an unspeakable distance away, tracing a line right toward her navel. Four heartbeats later, they intersected deep within the core of her being. And she felt nothing, as both were wrought from light. An instant later, identical shafts pierced her from every possible angle, till the interior of the void was ablaze in omni-colored prismatic illumination. Then she heard a sound, like the thick, felt warmth of an old, victrola turntable, spinning and spining forever. It lulled her, or the 'her' that existed within that space,  to sleep. And she knew when she awoke, she'd be safe.

Her father went into a small cellar chamber. The Old City had many of those. He quietly locked the thick cedar door, with a rough, black, iron key dating back to the time of Saladin. Then he approached a table, more a solid stone platform, and kneeled before it, fighting the arthritis all the way. An object occupied the center of the platform, it's contours hidden by an old velvet cloth. He reached out, intent on removing the covering, but reconsidered. Then he leaned forward, hugged it in his arms and laid his head  down upon it. A moment later he began to hum...just some old Armenian folk songs from the mountains near Lake Van. Tears ran down from his eyes. And when they hit the fabric, they smoked and sizzled for an instant, before solidifying into tiny puddles of gold.

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CHEER UP SLEEPY JEAN

They locked Jonathon in one of the small, stainless steel feeding cells. All interior surfaces were clad in thick, matte finished metal. Seams were so fine, as to be almost invisible. Only a simple drain, down in the middle of the floor, interrupted the smooth, cool expanse. He crumpled to the floor and curled back into his now habitual fetal position. A little while later, the door opened again and they pushed her in, a pudgy, mean-faced little bitch. Bought her from some overcrowded cow-jail back on Earth. Kicked a  crippled kid to death in tenth grade. Did the same thing to a Hindu kid a year later. Mom didn't want her. Judge didn't care. She only had a public defender and he couldn't afford to kick back nothing, so they buried her alive. Locked her up for good and scissor-cut the swipe card. Eight months later, they shipped her out here, in a cage, snapped in next to some container-boxes filled with suppositories and Malox. Variations in gravity play shit with digestion and regularity. Other 'T.V.' (terrestrial vampire) dinners came in from all over the place. But she was one of the few who traveled alone. Told her mama she got snatched up by a giant eagle. It was either gonna be that, or chupicabras. Look, with an upside down ocean roiling away two hundred miles overhead, a giant eagle sorta make sense. And the nicotine saturated, squinty-eyed virago bought it. Warden bought her a new imitation Lazy Boy reclining chair, just to make things right.

So she starts yellin' and fightin' and kickin' and scratchin'. Spit in his face too, I think. But Jonathon just pushed her away. He didn't care, not til she nicked her big, bulby 'gorilla' toe on a sharp imperfection stickin' up from the drain cover. Then, it WAS ON. He jumps her and, starts grabbin' her all over. But just in  case you don't know, naked, hosed-down chubby girls tend to be mighty slippery. So they fall down on the floor. He slaps her a few times. She ball-kicks him real hard once or twice . Yeah, he was naked and hosed down too. Don't ask me. Somebody came up with that rule and all the other sons-a-bitches decided they liked it.

This wrestlin' match goes on for a few dozen heartbeats. Look, being a vampire and all, he coulda finished her quick, but I think he was still groggy. That had to be it. 'Cause when his eyelids fluttered for a second or two , she BANGS his head into the matte, finished, metal wall. He did look like he was gonna black out for a  minute. But then he shakes it off ... and his face takes on a real bad boy, leering grin. You ever see that poster from A Clockwork Orange... the one with Malcolm McDowell on it? You know, in that sexy, little derby and the eye make-up and all? Now I do think a different disembodied spirit made a similar reference, but that's just because it's so fitting. And Jonathon does make that bad boy face so good. Lemme tell you, Mr. Never You Mind seen lots a crazy maniacs and our Andalucian vampire is an expert at the craft.

She sees the change and backs up into a corner. Then she starts wailin' like it's 'first night' in 'juvvie' hall. Slides down the wall and sits there blubberin'. Bangs on the the metal, yellin' for somebody to help her. Gets all hoarse. Spits up a little phlegm. But he don't care. Just spoons in next to her, wraps his arms 'round her and bites through the skin. Stayed that way a good long time, just rockin' back and forth and holdin' her. Must a been takin' little drinks, but just little ones..... I think she liked it. Then he starts makin' deeper bites all over the contours of her bare, quivering body. Drank up all her good, hot, steak-tastin' blood. You know, fat people got a lot a that. She just moan and all. And he drinkin' and drinkin'. And she dyin' and dyin'. But he ain't cruel. No, sir, he ain't. So before she slipped away for good... he made sure she had a real happy 'bon voyage' party.

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WOUNDED ANGELS

Tonight I will tell you things. It is I. It is Sarah. The Platform is quiet. The surviving vampires have returned. Some are mute with fear. Others bound up in fetal positions. Jonathon is here with me. He sits in a chair stating at a video screen. Sometimes I pick up things. I see things in his mind. I see immensities of mass, huge rolling waves of energy that are to the Earth, as Earth is to a comet. And when he opens his eyes, they are as glass. The brown is gone. The white has vanished. They are clear. I can see the blood red tissue at the back. I can map out every vessel..

Some of the leaders had cameras affixed to their suits. The scientists were hoping for images. But they saw nothing. Yet equally tiny audio devices incorporated into the membranes heard things. They heard many things. They heard it all. Our computers can't decipher it. Mathematicians see no formula. The chaplains on board call it The Voice of God. No, they don't believe that's actually what it is, but it's definitely what it's like. One young cleric, I won't tell you his path, because that's not important, likened it to the blast of angelic trumpets. And one A.I. program calls it an infinity of frequencies. But some researchers discount that. And the A.I. program grows silent. Perhaps it sheds artificial tears?

We will not know if the multiple 'sublimations' had any effect. Detectors positioned throughout the solar system are still analyzing the results. Some near Earth report a microscopic lessening of 'Enemy' potentcy. But the sky lakes (now sky seas) continue to collect and in a few more weeks will encapsulate the planet. Conditions on the surface are cold and dim. Trees are dying. The tropical rain forests rot like garbage. And yet the 'Enemy' knows of our Martian colony. They've scanned Circus Towne1. We can pick it up. We can tell. Yet no sky lakes grow in Martian skies. Do they mean to destroy us or change us? Who can know.

He's going to feed soon. Jonathon, I mean. They told me. A victim awaits in one of the feeding chambers. They're supposed to be criminals. And I hear most are, though it's rumored some are political prisoners. Mine was an older man. They said he killed a twelve year old  girl. I did not press the issue. It was my time and I feed. I 'culled' a life. And he nourished me. Some of the other vampires, some of the older ones, are more acute. They pick up things, minute things. Papa can and he laughed. He knows these humans. He knows what they do. He's seen their rationalizations. But that didn't stop him. He had a fat one, filled to the brim with thick, rick blood. And he lapped up every drop.

The clouds of Saturn look different. At least I think they do. It's odd. When we first got here. When they first set everything up and we got our initial look at that butterscotch custard giant, many of us actually got sick. People were terrified, even vampires. It seemed ready to crush us, or suck us down into endless, toxic thunderheads.  And the thin, sharp ring edge threatened to slice us like a vast, celestial razor.. But now it's just 'Saturn' and I watch it like an aquarium. How adaptable we Earthlings are. Look at me. In a year's time I've gone from a young woman, living in Center City, Philadelphia, into a more or less competent 'vampirina.' That's what he calls me. And now I'm consort to a thousand year old Andalucian life-eater. Que sera, sera..... Am I right? Do you get it? Do you know what I mean?

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Lailah's father, the pious Armenian Orthodox cleric, hurries through the dim, winding byways of the Old City of Jerusalem. He hugs something to his chest. It's large and wrapped in an old woolen cloth. People jostle him . He flinches. He gasps. He runs. The streets are filled with reverberating prayer. Multitudes plead for salvation, as the lofty, watery shell continues to grow. But look. The woolen cloth comes loose. A thin, strong shaft of golden light shoots forth from the hastily wrapped parcel.. He screams. Did they see it!? Did someone notice!? But many carry flashlights in this new born gray-green darkness. And some of them are quite strong too. So the secret is still safe. He quickly wraps it tight and disappears into the crowd.....

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PIN HEAD MEL SEES THE FUTURE

Pin Head Mel runs around in the woods screamin'. He don't like the greenish light comin' down from the sky. It makes him cry and wet his pants. His people try to keep him inside, but he ain't dimb, even though he got a little tiny head. Kids used to tease him. They'd say - Boy, you must pay half price for a hair cut....He'd shake his head and grin, because he did. Now he mostly sits on the floor or out in the dirt, huggin' his knees and rockin' back and forth. Sometimes he hums a little too.

Edith sends the cherub s over. He likes that. They fly around, laughin' their little baby laughs. He chases them and tags 'em. Then they chase after him. He runs and screams like the boogie-man gonna get 'im. But you know what? Look like the boogie-man gonna get us all.

Mister Edith's mushrooms is startin' to grow. Look nice too. And he been collectin' cans a tuna fish and Hormel chili, for when the black time come. Other folks stackin' up fire wood. Nobody know how cold it gonna get. No sunlight. No nothin'. Some people movin' out. They say you gotta set up close to one a them hot springs or somethin'. Gotta stick close to the heat. If it not comin' from the sun, then get it from the Earth. They got all that hot lava percolating around under there, right? Gotta be good for more then jus' burnin' up them Hawaiian virgins. I hear those Viking people they got up in Iceland use it. Take baths in it and everything. Not the lava. That would tend to be a bit counterproductive. I mean in the hot springs they got bubblin' in the vicinity a the lava.  I could go for a hot bath. Shame I just a disembodied spirit. Don't you know me? I think you do. I'm Mister Never You Mind.. Nobody else felt like talkin', so I guess that make me the master of ceremonies tonight..

Last time I buzzed through Philly, Doctor Franklin and the rest were leavin'  all them secret laboratories they got. Packed everything up. Put the mermaid hag, the Jersey Devil and all them other heebie-geebies they got into trucks and jus toted 'em off. Guess they dumped that ugly fish bitch somewheres off 'Lantic City. Jus' threw her back, like a much too ugly to fry sea bass. Devil mus be runnin' round back in the Pines. Don't know what they gonna do when the big chill comes. Some say them mermaids and mermen gonna shimmy  down deep to them undersea, hot water pipes they got (vents, they call 'em). Gonna live off clams and crab-bugs in the dark.Wish 'em luck, but I wouldn't like that. Gimme a good sweet potato pie and glazed pork chops. Guess they gonna be able to raise pigs in the dark. For a while anyway.. The two-legged-no-fish-tail, split-assed people. I mean..

Minnie and Blackie want a 'turn' some hoomin people they like. You remember them. They vampires too, only I guess God didn't give 'em no starring role. They say it'll be easier for vampires. Least they hope so. Edith tells 'em to wait. Minnie mostly stays in Center City. It's funny. She look like a old lady. Not her skin. She still got that vampire skin and all. But her face, the way she look, the way she stand. It ain't the same Minnie no more.

Annie been real quiet too. Somebody from Doctor Franklin drove out here, to the Pines, I mean. She wanted to take that little vampire gal wit 'em. They gonna go ZOOM, up to the moon, or some place even worse. Never did care much for travelin' myself. Luna came with. Annie is partial to her. But she used to the elves now, so she say 'no.'

People payin' all kinda a money tryin' to get ass room on one a them space ships, cryin' how they gotta get to Mars. Circus Towne1, Circus Towne City, that's where they wanta  go. But who care about money now? You gotta know somebody. You gotta have the right cousins. Shove that money. This the Twilight Zone. And that ain't no joke. Look up. you gonna tell me I'm wrong. Elves and cherubs stay out mos' the time now. Blackie gets up early too.Don't know who or what they been eatin'. An' they don't wanna say.

Other kinda vampires runnin' round too now, crazy ones, 'noxious' ones. Ain't seen 'em here, but they close. Guy wit a ham radio say two crazy zombies (but they ain't really zombies) been killin' folks up 'round the Poconos. Know how we know they ain't zombies? Ain't no bones left. No gristle. No hair. No toe nails. It all burns up. You know... blue flame and all. Vampires... That a sign a vampires..... Come on, all you 'regulars' know that.

Come back tomorrow night.... Sarah gonna be here then.... Think Lailah's daddy got somethin' a say too....

Man, I wish they disembodied me in another universe, like the one you got, maybe.Muss be good bein' dead over there...

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