THE VAMPIRE KNOWN AS PAPA WAXES PHILOSOPHICAL

the scientists have it all wrong. the big bang did not create matter, it created space. before that instant movement and vibration was impossible. every bit of substance pressed up against it's neighbor with an inconceivable force. chemical reaction could not occur. heat (the child of friction) was yet to be born. and the vast, universal cotillion had yet to take the floor. all was still. all was dark. all was quiet..... like corpses in a cold, deep  irish bog.


and then it happened. god (or perhaps an agent of the lord) said - let there be space. and there was space. every infinite unique particle was alone, separated from its brethren for the first time and desperate to regain the security of oneness. 


then energy seeped out of the void, kissing every tiny thing and tickling till they 'laughed.' but they failed to find their old lattice-mates and instead rubbed up against new partners. marriages happened and 'children' were born.


and all the while the space between these material congregations grew and grew, like bubbles in a great wheel of cheese. til the cheese became as strings and the strings pulled 'part to form nodes. 


like fireworks on a hot summer night. the sulfurous material was always there, packed into the vessel and waiting for the spark.


a vast celestial explosion... that's what we are. myriads of jewel-like sparks streaking out into oblivion, as the JADE EMPEROR smiles, claps and cheers.


could that be reality?


well, how could it not?


please indulge a 28,000 year old personage. papa has been many places and he has seen many things. lo, the storied pavilions of old cathay hide secrets. I see them when I slumber...dragon hunts among the clouds, where mountains touch the sky. automatons of blood and glass who smile as they kill. ah, the thrill of five hundred lifetimes.... a library of wonders. and my soul contains them all.


that is why I pull back. let others savor drama, for I have already done so and the plays grow old and stale.


so I dance through my charades. I tickle maidens in the dark and sometimes drain them dry....... do I cry after?.......occasionally.


but have you seen my Annie? I am so, so proud of her. a tadpole meant for greatness. not like Tomas, or the rest. this daughter of the darkness is the one I love the best...


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LITTLE ANNIE AND HER NEW VAMPIRE PLAYMATE GET DISGUSTED

They did kill that bitchy, ticket booth woman after she got off work. Had to wait around til after the late show. She had to stay and help 'clock out' the clean up crew. But they got her in some parking garage. Lot a folks dies in parking garages. Must be like a basic, fundamental law of the universe, or something. I bet some a the people in the Bible must a got whacked in parking garages, only they just don't like to say. I mean they keep a lot a secrets from us, don't you know.


Annie walk up to her as she gettin' in her Nissan Altima. I like Nissan Altimas. They give you a lot a bang for the buck. Hell, even a disembodied spirit know a good deal when he see it. Fat bitch turn 'round and say - What you doin' here, you cheap, piece a trash you? Doan your daddy know no better?......... Annie doan say nuthin'. She jus' haul off and kick her, right in the middle of her too-tight-pants camel toe. Ticket lady start hollerin' and yellin' and all. Guatemala kid workin' down in the exit booth see the whole thing. He got a little, black and white, old fashioned, baby television, or something. Only he so high he think he watchin' like COPS or Super Nanny or Jerry Springer. You know a lot a people get kicked in they camel toe on that show. It like a tradition.


Then, after ticket lady get beat up real good, Annie yell for her new buddy, Conrad, a come over. He wanna. He eager, only he doan know too much yet. So Annie punch that dinner-woman right in a face to calm her down a little. You know, you punch somebody hard enough, it gonna do that. Annie say - Here. Take her. Eat her. Slurp her up. Come on. I wanna go watch television......... So he do. He kneel down and he do. Took 'bout five whole minutes, 'cause she got all that extra blood in her. Big people are like that. Then he keep burpin'. Annie say - You disgustin'!....... He say - I'm sorry....... But that doan stop him burpin' none. You know, some vampire just reacts that way.


They wait 'round for the 'leftovers' a that first dinner to burn up. Some a you already know how vampire leftover do like that. It go 'WHOOSH!' an' a cold, blue flame make it all disappear. Conrad, he 'mazed by the whole thing. He jus' stand there, til Annie bite 'im real hard on a finger (you know how she do wit' toes and all?). She say- Come on. We gotta get outta here....... 'Cause like he can't sublimate, or do no vampire magic yet. So they jump in a that Altima and screech the hell outta there. Guatemala kid wave bye-bye . But Annie jus' give him the finger.


Later, they sell that car to some off duty cop for like five hundred dollar. He know where to fence it, so it all right. 


Did that fat, bitch, ticket lady deserve to die?..... Hell, no. But I tellin' you how it really is and not how them blood suckers make like it is.


Oh, they mean well. And they do help sick people from time to time, 'specially Sarah. But they also do lot a crazy shit too.


Now Annie and that Conrad, monk guy in a hotel up on JFK Boulevard. He drinkin' little thirty two dollar bottles a whiskey from a miniature ice box and she layin' on a bed watchin' TRUE BLOOD, bitchin' 'bout how them phony, bastid, red neck vampire make her wanna puke. He say (Conrad, I mean) - You sure you ought a be lookin' at that hootchie crap? ....... But she tell him to go to hell and zoom in for a close-up...


Oooh, them vampire children can be bad....


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A LITTLE GIRL VAMPIRE AND A MONK VAMPIRE MAKE A NIGHT OF IT

Annie and her new protege, Conrad, walked around on the Avenue of The Arts looking at people. They saw well dressed posturing couples 'making entrances' into venues up and down the street. 


That one takes 'Beano' - said Annie. I can smell it. Prob'ly don't wanna fart durin' the show. And the wife is wearin' a diaper. But not because she shits herself. No, all she does is pees........ How do you know all that? - said Conrad........ I told you. I can smell it - she said. you can too. You're just not used to it yet........ Then, she discreetly gestured with her chin, as she rattled off - Ate a garlic rib steak. Drank a lot a whiskey. Curry. Curry. That one's got a period. This one got a cancer. Fast food. Fast food. Really likes her wine........... Former monk, Conrad, was amazed....... I really am getting hungry - he said. Who do you think  I should 'do'?........... I dunno. Wait a little. It's more fun later, when there ain't so many people. We can scare 'em better then. Take me to the movies first. Papa hardly ever does and they don't like selling no night time ticket to  no little girl. Ain't there no toy store around here? I want a cap gun. NO, a bee-bee gun! I want a real gun, but they won't let me. Edith says (mimicking) It ain't nice. Jonathon, or Tomas, or whoever the hell he is says it's a sin. He's always prayin'. Hates when I curse too. They all do, 'specially when I say the king of the words............. What's 'the king of the words'? - said Conrad........... You know. 'F' this. 'F' that. 'F'in' son of a bitch. You know, the 'F' word - said Annie.......... So, why don't you say it? - said Conrad......... 'Cause you used to be a monk. And that's like a nun what ain't no lady. And I don't wanna make you cry, or throw up - explained the strange, little girl.......... Conrad said he wouldn't throw up (seeing as his stomach was so empty), but she didn't believe him. Even little juvenile vampirinas are intrigued by throw-up.


Four hundred heartbeats later they saw a place showing SNOW WHITE AND THE HUNTSMAN. The former monk bought two tickets (one adult, one child) and they went in. But the fat, ugly bitch in the ticket both gave 'em a dirty look...... That ain't no movie for a little girl, you know. - she said........  Annie quietly told her to drop dead and go to hell, as they entered the lobby, but the 'fuck-face, sloppy bastid' (Annie's words) heard the whole thing.


You wanna kill her? - said Annie....... I don't know. Maybe. Yeah, maybe. Why, do you think I should? - whispered the novice.......... 


Yeah, - said Annie. I think maybe you should. 


Then they went all the way down to the third row (away from everyone else) and settled in to watch the movie.....


Annie liked the whole thing. But her 'friend' couldn't wait for it to be over...


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"OGz Write Away": How far would you go?O. G. Tomes wants to k...

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How far would you go?

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a continuation--- AND THE VAMPIRE STEPPED OUT OF THE SHADOWS

The monk-not-quite- a monk felt the breath against his throat. He laid down upon the bare, gray mattress and stared up into the darkness. The night creature said - Will you always stand by me?....... He whispered - Yes.......... The night creature said - Will you take your rest where I take mine?......... He nodded....... Then it asked for presents..... not now.....just from time to time. He promised. Then the night creature kissed him, a small, chaste kiss upon his cheek. The voice said - Do you love me?...... The monk-not-quite-a-monk whispered - I don't know.... Then it giggled. Odd to think about vampires giggling, but of course they giggle. They can do anything. Four heartbeats later, it stopped. For a few moments, all was silent. Then it whispered - You will. 


Strong, thin hands grabbed his head, contorting it, the better to expose the artery. He fought at first. Instinct is instinct. But the tiny voice went - shhh, shhh...... And he stopped. Two heartbeats later, he felt the first bite. A tiny nip. A small, sharp cut. A personal intimacy unlike any other. And then the blood began to flow. Soon there were other bites, quick, little nibbles spread over his body..... the inside of a forearm....... along the bicep.... the calf..... the cheeks..... and other equally sensitive places. 


Now death usually comes to those so drained, but the thing-in-the-night returned the favor, slicing into its own vampire flesh and offering up a rare elixir unlike any other. The monk-not-quite-a-monk drank, at first tentatively, but then with gusto, till his mysterious benefactor whispered - Stop!...... And he did.


They lay there, motionless and quiet for perhaps twenty three heartbeats. And then the dogs began to howl. They knew. They sensed the transformation and even from their prison in the abandoned office far below, they tasted this new and different thing.


The vampire said - Come. It is not over yet...... She helped him to his feet, took him by the hand and led him up through the emptiness to the cool, black expanse of the tar coated roof, where a huge, full, rabbit moon (as the Chinese say) smiled down.


And then the 'peeling' started. She wanted him to lie down. But he preferred to stand, as the last bits of mortality fell away.


When it was over she dried him with a crumpled sheet (brought solely for that purpose) and dressed him in new clothes.


Five minutes later it was time to feed.


And Annie helped him chose his first true meal...


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The Vampire ALEXIOS is Our Friend

Gotta wait til tomorrow to find out who the VAMPIRE in the shadows is. My foot's caught in a PARALLEL UNIVERSE again and something is T-T-T-TICKLING it.


And I'm stuck laying on the FLOOR, typing this on my STOMACH, 'cause the elusive PORTAL is right by the DOG DOOR. Once I got my foot stuck in there too.


I hope SOMEBODY comes home soon, 'cause in two minutes I'm gonna need like a BEDPAN, or a BIG WOK, or something...


But why should you SUFFER? Go have FUN. VISIT http://caballoblue.com . And even if  you can't click on it, GO ANYWAY. READ THE BLOG. SCROLL DOWN. EXPLORE A LITTLE. I don't even know how to describe this WONDROUS SITE to you. All I can say is TRY IT. YOU'LL LIKE IT! ------- Billy


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THE PRAYER OF THE MAGIC THIEF

Conrad, for that was his name, stared into the cracked, blemished mirror and studied his teeth. The room was small and hot. No windows. Just a sink. Just a toilet. That's all he had. It was originally a powder room for seamstresses. They made Halloween costumes. Belfry-Bat, Cowgirl Sal, Soldier-Man-Tim. You could still see silver glitter pressed into the floor boards.


He carefully maneuvered his tongue along each tooth, but the 'eye' teeth were special. Large and sharp. If they were only a little longer. 


What power she  had. What magic. He remembered the eyes. He remembered the laugh. He remembered the pain. He remembered it all. Vampires could do that. At least the strong ones could.


A fat, little, shinny, brown spider raced along the dirty, green wall. He brushed it into the sink and gave it the water cure. Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, down the drain. So much for a life. 


Then he went out into the shadowy expanse of the former workroom. Moon light washed in through  tall, filmy, bare loft windows, bathing the naked floor in sepulchral tones.


The dogs were locked away in a small, ruined office far below. The 'monk' needed quiet. He had to think. Oh, he liked the magic of 'The Brotherhood.' He'd been to Saint Shamus, itself. They even let him hold the relics. And even now, he could taste the waxy bones upon his fingers.


But this was different. This was real. Faith is one thing. Certainty is something else. And he knelt on the gray, little mattress and prayed. Oh, what he would  do with such power. He'd slice through 'evil,' a holy soldier in God's own army. Please, let it be like that. Please, let it be like that.  He trembled in anticipation.


And then the vampire spoke. A voice came forth from the shadows...... Have you decided? - it asked...... The monk-not-quite-a-monk nodded....... There was a soft, dry chuckle. The vampire said - Then say it. You have to say it.......... The monk sniffed for a moment, then whispered - Let me be but a link in a chain. May no man know its source.


The vampire stepped out into a moon beam, got down beside him, took hold of his hand and said - May you never know pain. May you never know fear. May you hide from death, now and for forever.....


All was silent.... and perhaps two heartbeats later, it began.....


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