Forks Over Knives - Official Trailer...STAY YOUNG, STAY SMART, EAT HEALTHY... and go see what Mindy has to say too

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More Musings From The Elferino-Vampirinios...(and Elferina-Vampirinas too)... 6/17/13

There is no video tonight. I do not know why. Perhaps the disembodied spirit orchestrating this couldn't find any?  I have such a hard time deciphering disembodied spirits anyway. Let the dead take care of the dead and the living care for the living. I am an elferino. Tell me, where do I belong?

Tonight we wander the financial district... the mid-town thoroughfares housing great banks and brokerage houses. Philadelphia has a stock exchange, you know. And it's quite a respectable institution. Indeed, when Gotham was laid low during the Twin Towers catastrophe, trading resumed the very next day down our way. 

But the arteries of commerce run slow in the dark. People go elsewhere... to Rittenhouse Square, or Fitler Square, or Society Hill, or Old City... to the condominiums and cooperatives of style and grace. Yet the streets are not empty. Isolated smidgens of consciousness make their way through the shadows.... Drug dealers looking for quiet, though convenient corners to hawk their wares.... Temperamental, bashful doxies seeking to fill the emptiness and earn a centime or two.... semi-runaways searching for imagined independence.... They sit on benches passing bottles... Cups are not necessary. Alcohol kills the germs.

We see them. We nod. They respond. We sit down and talk, mostly in whispers. Nighttime quiets things. Perhaps a behavior learned in prehistoric times. No telling who else (or what else) might be listening. 

Do they know what we are? Who cares? There is brotherhood in darkness. We taste the grog and smoke the crack, sharing our wealth liberally... an emerald here... a Krugerrand there.... could be a greasy wallet fat with bills..... Night-folk pick up many things.  Victims are so rich. 

I dance for them. Elferinos are good dancers. And they tell me how much they appreciate the show. The whores dance too. Drug dealers don't. They just do not.

Police cars cruise the streets like silent barracudas. We freeze, blending with the shadows til they pass. Hungry souls trolling for narcotics or sex, or both, or whatever approach, standing in the distance and looking... always looking. But our friends know the signals. Each side knows the moves. And in that way trades are made.

I tell them stories of Old Amsterdam... of vampire brothels in Vienna and elfin pick-pockets in Glasgow alleys. They like the stories... and my accent... not quite French... not quite German... I teach them Vahmperigo... My Vahmperigo... the night-folk tongue... Not like what Jonathon speaks... His is based on Spanish... Mine is a northern dialect, more akin to Flemish.

Before dawn I buy them pancakes. Sometimes I drink the syrup. I can tolerate small amounts. Alcohol is a syrup... a fermented syrup. Perhaps that's why. 

Then I fly off to sleep away the fiery day in thick walled tombs. God bless Laurel Hill ( a vast necropolis for wealthy bones).....

Shhhh, it's time for pancakes

The waitress sees my pointy ears. But she has Mayan plugs in hers. I think she's not impressed.

Look, I know the vampiric world 'round here is dull, what with Jonathon and Sarah running off and all. But something will happen.

It always does.... Johnny Jump Up still walks....

Oh, God, why did I say that name?...
(until next time)
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2013 2014 Upcoming Movies (Latest) with Trailers..... ALBION, one od our 'Elferinos' talks about juvenile vampire life and why he loves film... 6/16/13

There is a beautiful assortment of recollections down below, featuring past dreams and those yet to come. For cinema is just that... gift wrapped visions shared in the dark. 

We elferinos and elferinas love such things, savoring chill, fall nights at 'the movies.' I like to sit up close, bathed in the platinum radiance coming from the screen. Vampire dreams are like that. And what are we, but juvenile night-folk? I know many of you have GOOGLED - Marianne in Britches by Billy Kravitz . Can you tell me that would not make a haunting film? Or his BINGO BOY, or the sweeping saga that is EL RANCHO TEXACO. But I digress. Possibly because that writer, also known to you as wilkravitz misses the life-eater known as Jonathon. Yes, he appears from time to time, but our trim friend from old Al- Andaluz walks alone now. And we have no control over it. wilkravitz misses the tiny vials too. They're like tonics. Regular recipients need no physicians. Sometimes mortals, through judicious infusions (taken orally) live long lives. The 'Old Woman' whom you may recall from the earliest nights of this ... whatever it is... was roughly one hundred and forty years old at the time of her disappearance, yet still technically mortal. wilkravitz isn't that old, but far, far older than you'd expect. He needs the blood... not much...tiny drams to hold decrepitude at bay. I'm sure Baylah will help. 

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The Night-World is very rich. We've shared but a tiny morsel. 

Right now, I sit with my companion, the dear Celeste. She keeps close counsel and is quieter than Marianne, though if enough of you ask, she'll talk too. We watch a movie. The projectionist runs 'late' shows for beings like us. Minnie comes too. That's why we ran the Cab Calloway short some nights back, on the blog, I mean. She's named for his theme song. Minnie The Moocher. Gave it to herself. 

So we sit, all alone, save for a few disembodied spirits, and we watch. do you know there are special films the public never sees? Small jewels fashioned by little known names. They screen them at The Bilderberg Conference... at The Vampire Revels. That 'Golden Horde' magic house in London gets them, Camp David too, I believe.... other select venues too. I do not know them all.

This projectionist gets them too. He screens them for influential locals. Money can't get you in. So don't even try. And I cannot tell you anything about them. No, really, I can't. Shhhh, I don't want to talk anymore. Let me watch my dream....

But you can drift through the movie down below. It has a certain evocative enchantment. I particularly enjoyed the score.

Honest Trailers - Superman IV: The Quest for Peace...Sometimes the cast may be super but everything else isn't

First thing you gotta do...Go to You tube and SUBSCRIBE to the HONEST TRAILER people. But I think Earth needs a mirror image  SUPERMAN. By that, I mean a genetic human, one of us, transported to an Earth-like planet and culture where he or she develops extraordinary powers due to local conditions. I don't know what kind of suit they'd wear. Perhaps the form fitting ensemble comes from a Vegas or Atlantic City casino showroom dance review. Hero could be part of the corps de ballet who wanders into a tardis at a hotel movie prop show, only it's real. I don't know. I'm dizzy and tired. Don't take many nights off, but this is gonna be one of them, 'cause I'm staring at the screen like it's all just gonna appear there. Like I'm watching a movie and my brain and fingers have nothing to do with it. 

But think about it... A franchise where a human bean becomes invincible on another world. What would that be like? What would that Chamber of Solitude have in it? Would there be an alien 'family'? A second identity? Yo, Mel Brooks, where are you? I have to repair to my Chamber of Solitude. It's right next to the Chamber of Toilet, which houses The Throne of Contemplation and The Eternal Scriptures (old magazines).... G'night. 
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Thor: The Dark World Official Trailer #1 (2013) - Chris Hemsworth, Natal...DESTROY the turkey with your bare hands THIS THANKSGIVING and throw the bones to the hounds. .. See the trailer and commune with our night-folk after 6/14/13

Tried to post the clip up at the top, but some nights the demi-gods defy us and we've learned to pick our battles. Does THOR seem like a peculiar choice for a 'Holiday' film? Well, he does hail from a cold, icy climate, so maybe he's Santa Claus' neighbor? We of THE VAMPIRE WONDERLAND do not judge. Looks like a good picture, just right for the dark chill time between candy corn and mince meat....Enjoy..

And now our story (don't worry, the movie clip is down there)... The thousand year old organism, known as Jonathon, or Tomas, take your pick, walked along the narrow pathway. Seemed to be more an old Indian trail than anything else. Every so often deer, raccoon, bobcats or other unidentified life forms peeked out to mark his passage. Vampires love the woods. They relish the shadows and the cool, damp decay. Tomas was no different. But of course, if you've been with us for a while, you know that from the time spent in The Pines. And now, he's gone feral. First went the shoes. Then the shirt. Then the jeans and everything else. The lithe, young native of old Al-Andaluz vaulted through the tree tops, savoring the starry skies. He flew with owls, slicing through the ether as they soared on silent wings. One proved to be an old acquaintance from his time in Bohemia and was quite pleased to see him. The fastidious raptor offered him a sleek, nocturnal rodent. Tomas thanked him, but declined. 

He slept in old dead trees, slipping in through friable cracks down near the dirt (where they usually occur) and shimmied toward a tighter berth up in the dark. How natural. How comforting. Like a spider in a cave. And he dreamed of earlier times, some mortal, some not, occasionally muttering to himself in Old Vahmperigo (a vampire dialect like Castilian or Catalunia). At night he bathed by moonbeams  in still, cold, sylvan pools. His long, dark, wavy hair smelled like summer.  And he ran with small, trim wolflings. Coyotes, I think you call them. The cubs called him 'uncle,' and snuggled up for kisses.

Sarah knew where he was. They had a bond. Distance means nothing. Words mean nothing. He hears her heart and she hears his. Will they ever reunite? Of course. But they're vampires and solitary sojourns are quite natural. 

But Jonathon, known as Tomas, isn't always by himself. Campers play here too, not many, but some. At night, while they sleep, he visits them. And certain dreaming camperinas play hostess to an incubus, or succubus. I can never remember which is which. Who cares? It does not matter. 

There are towns nearby. He visits them to feed. Well, so far only once, first sublimating into a shuttered store for clothing. Mustn't shock anybody after all. I don't know who he ate. But I'm sure the food was good... and delightfully rich and evil.

Now there are night-folk live like this forever.... 'forest wraiths'... 'windago' they call them.  But I don't think Jonathon, also known as Tomas, will.....

The gnomes are taking bets. Oh, and if you missed last night's episode. Please scroll back and read it. I want you to know what gnomes are really like.  Fairy tales can come true. They can happen to you....

That's why you gotta be careful....
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And now... the clip... Ladies and Gentlemen..... 'Thor.'
                                                                                                                                             

JONATHON KILLS SOMEBODY ELSE and gets DRUNK because the guy was an absinthe addict ...6/13/13

He took Tillie home. She didn't want to go and she wouldn't get out of the car..... No, no, I don't want to go in there. Please! Please! Take me with you - she begged......You ignorant, clueless bitch, 'that' I will never do - he said - You think I want to relive all those mistakes over again? Why do you think I left Philadelphia? Please... get out of the car.... But she didn't move and whispered over and over again - Please, please, please, please, please. So he quietly opened the door, stepped out and left her there. Eight heartbeats later he vanished into the darkness.  Tillie sat there crying til dawn. And later that day a nondescript man in a white shirt and dark pants walked up, entered the car and drove away. His 'familiars' have contacts everywhere.

Tillie got a letter directing her to a bank in Lockhaven, Pennsylvania, where she was given a parcel containing a small, Picasso canvas worth 1.2 million dollars.... The woman behind the desk said - He wants you to use some for your brother, for laser treatments. A doctor in State College thinks he can help. It may take years. But the hands, forearms, head, feet he'll clear first. Your brother will be able to go out again. Use the rest any way you want. If the auction goes well, you may get more. And it's already arranged. I don't know why he gave it to you this way, but he did. I don't know. He was agitated. Had a guy drive it up from Philadelphia. Didn't know what was in the box, but he brought it. Can you imagine? Be at Freeman Brothers (two hundred year old Philadelphia auction house) in ten days. They'll take care of everything. And don't try to sell it on your own, because that'll be a real fiasco. Tillie took the parcel and left. When she got home, on a city to city bus no less, and told her brother he laughed. He laughed for the first time in years.

But it's hard for a mortal to forget the magic and she had seen a lot. The world was a new place to her, fluid and ever changing. No more 'Tillie.' She was Taylor now and she planned to study cuisine.

Now to backtrack a bit, Jonathon still killed someone 'that' night. He had to. Maybe it's not just the 'culling' of an evil life? Maybe the blood does provide some type of nourishment? The tattoo man was gone. He was dead. So that part was all right. The vision was fulfilled. Yet he was hungry and the 'hater' boy in the Beaver Avenue (a cozy, college town street just off the PENN STATE campus) tavern was so tempting.... Hitler was right. They should a won the war. Who the hell cares about the death camps? Shit happens. Jews, Jews, Jews, Jews, Jews..... Granted, he was an absinthe addict, a growing novelty among the young, but this was John Gallianos all over again and Jonathon wanted to make a point. So he walked the kid home. And when they cut through a dark, leafy alley (or what passed for an alley in this beautiful university town) he opened his mouth and flashed 'the teeth,' actually small and discrete, but keen and lethal just the same.

Yo, dude, what the f*ck is wrong with you! - said the kid. But you could see how scared he was. Tried to run, but vampires are fast. And Jonathon scooped him up as he continued to rise through the ether. Twelve heartbeats later, on a secluded rooftop, he did the deed. The hater-boy was gone. Jonathon watched as the body ignited into a cold, blue flame and disappeared, til all that remained was a little Nazi pin among the ashes...

The hunger passed and he was sated, but the absinthe in the blood made him dizzy...

Was the kid evil, or just  dumb?

Tonight the vampire didn't seem to care....
(more tomorrow)
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This is The End Trailer 2013 Movie - Official [HD]...and we had to fight our vampire, Jonathon, to get him to let us post this ... 6/12/13

Jonathon, our resident vampire leader, didn't want to let us post this clip, because he's a thousand year old 'Rite of Spain' (Sephardic) Jew and he takes his faith very seriously. Doesn't believe in a rapture prior to the resurrection of the dead. But he ain't part of that JUDD APATOW clique and we wanna make points with them, so he gonna have to be a little bit more accommodating. 'Sides, he gonna star in a big part a this post what comin'  next.

So go see this movie, a pixilated, semi-scripted romp through some people's take on 'end times.' We tried to get a Heavenly Representative to weigh in on this, but the little kids on the block were running around outside playing 'kill the monster before he gets on the bus.' (for real...it's a game they play...looks like a junior apocalypse in it's own right... nobody walks down the street while it's gone on.... dogs pee in the kitchen and 
 everything). Think it interfered with the signal, the game, I mean. Or perhaps Heavenly Beings only get involved in disputes over dramas? I do not know. I just do not know...

Now back to our own 'arc' or 'treatment' or whatever it is...

Jonathon is getting real hungry. And as a life-eater he still doesn't know if it's the blood that satisfies, or the actual taking of the life. None of them know. There are vampiric 'lines.' There are chains. Most try to be moral. Some very much so. Jonathon, when he was living in the townhouse, wouldn't let nobody watch Jerry Springer, or even old Married With Children reruns. Edith used to sneak and do it when he wasn't around. Not like he never went whoring with them mole girls down in the tunnels. But I guess 'cause it hidden, it don't count.

Now he thinkin' 'bout killin' a guy.... that tattoo man. Three a them still sittin' under a rustic, little picnic pavilion in a park or a state forest up near Penn State. Still rainin'. Tillie say she gotta go pee. Nobody answer, so she gets up and runs over to where the cement slab ends and the grass (I think it's grass... maybe weeds) starts, drops her pants, squats down and makes water. Gets a little wet from the rain, but she don't care. 

Jonathon whispers - You know what you put those people through? Do you know what it's like to be sealed in your own body under a grotesque, full suit, and not just a 'full suit,' but a full suit 'Spiderman' style with a ski mask, gloves and socks too? Do you know that?....... Guy goes - No, I do not know that. I'm a psycho, OK??.... And then he laughs... Jonathon doesn't like that. He lunges forward and bites off the guy's left earlobe. Blood spurts everywhere. Tillie comes back. She wants to say something, but just looks and sits down. Guy screams - Are you crazy!? Are you crazy!? You said it wouldn't hurt! Look, if you're gonna do it, do it! I don't care. Screw you! I don't care, you bastard, son of a bitch!.(then it dawns on him) You're trapped in your body! You're the one! You're the one!... And he starts laughing like a maniac.... pounding the table and kicking his feet... Stunted, little naked gnome thing that watched Tillie and him at that other place runs out of the woods dancin' and clappin.' Gnomes like a good show. Don't know how he knew they were here, but he knew. Tillie throws a rock at him, but he deftly pivots his fat little hips and gives her the finger.... gives her double fingers. .... Jonathon shoots him an angry look and the chubby grotesque flies up in the air and slams against a tree..... They hear him go 'oof' as he slides down into the wet mud and runs away.

Tattoo guy goes - Whoa!..... Jonathon goes - I have been trying not to kill you. I've been trying to give you a chance..... Tillie sighs. She wants him to die, 'cause a her brother...... But I'm done trying - says the vampire..... Then he
 just sits there. Tillie don't know what's gonna happen. Starts drumming her nails on the table.... Jonathon fakes a lunge. Guy shrieks and flinches. Jonathon smiles. He sniffs and says - You just pee yourself?... But the guy starts to tremble. He manages to whisper - Do it. Do it. Just do it. Do it....... Jonathon says - I'm not gonna do it..... The guy exhales.... Then the vampire goes - They're gonna do it... He snaps his fingers and at least two dozen fat, naked gnome things fly out of the darkness, mouths agape and claws flexed, as they cover the tattoo man in a feeding frenzy of flabby quivering flesh. Piranhas couldn't do as much.

Tillie scrambles away to avoid the splatter. A ripped out eyeball skitters 'cross the table 'fore a hungry, little demon  swoops down to slurp it up.

The victim moans, as he's flensed alive...... Jonathon leads Tillie away.....

But he has to find another meal...
(more tomorrow)
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