Skeletons and graveyards are all that remain,
my heart stopped beating because of all the pain.
Why does the sun shine when it feels like pouring rain?
Just to lose with nothing left to gain.
Bitter trees produce bitter fruits
because the darkness rises through the roots
from deep underground in poisonous caverns dwell
all the wretched pitiless hounds of Hell
They are the true conquerer worms
who make that creature Humanity squirm.
And now the gentle smiling statue shall fall,
and all of us on our knees must crawl,
with the Devil's laugh and sneer,
who'll stay to shed a single tear?
No more will this Earth be green,
and blue skies shall remain a dream
buried under the light of endless night
and pure water shall fade from human sight,
only the taste of blood 'cause might makes right.
-Vision of Apocalypse
A poem written by Christopher Dracul Van Helsing
Wednesday evening November 23rd 2011.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Reflections On A Tuesday Evening In Late November
One time the teddy bears went out to play
now the teddy bears have gone away
instead fierce pirates shout, "Here be dragons"
and all the settlers have been scalped in covered wagons.
The sea's waves now roar with rage
and wisdom is no longer sage
the sun is gone
love is dead
Cupid's arrow now bleeds red
This human heart has turned to stone
and Aphrodite returns to foam.
-A poem written by Christopher Dracul Van Helsing
Tuesday evening, November 22nd 2011.
now the teddy bears have gone away
instead fierce pirates shout, "Here be dragons"
and all the settlers have been scalped in covered wagons.
The sea's waves now roar with rage
and wisdom is no longer sage
the sun is gone
love is dead
Cupid's arrow now bleeds red
This human heart has turned to stone
and Aphrodite returns to foam.
-A poem written by Christopher Dracul Van Helsing
Tuesday evening, November 22nd 2011.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Werewolf On The Road To Damascus Part 2
Magog Rhys Petley was meeting with Syrian President Bashar Assad in the Presidential Palace in Damascus.
"Mr. President," Rhys Petley pulled a letter from out of his pocket, "I'm here to give you a highly confidential message from the British government..."
"First, I must tell you there are no human rights violations or mass killings going on in Syria," Bashar Assad wagged his finger at Magog Rhys Petley.
Outside could be heard the sounds of machine gun fire and the voices of men, women and children screaming in unison, "I've been shot... I've just been shot..."
Suddenly the Syro-Phoenician vampiress Astarte appeared from behind the curtains wearing only a see-through black silk lingerie nightie and did a quiet dance for Magog Rhys Petley's viewing pleasure.
Magog Rhys Petley felt a huge erection coming on.
Not to mention the fact that whenever he was sexually aroused, he turned into a werewolf.
Within seconds, Rhys Petley had grown fur and was crawling around on all fours and snarling and growling.
"A werewolf," President Assad screamed, "the British government has sent a werewolf to kill me."
Quickly Assad's Presidential bodyguard formed a circle around him to protect him from said werewolf.
* * *
BBC News Announcer: This just in. The Arab news service al-Jazeera is reporting that the Syrian government is making the bizarre claim that British Intelligence sent a werewolf to kill Syrian President Bashar Assad.
To be continued.
"Mr. President," Rhys Petley pulled a letter from out of his pocket, "I'm here to give you a highly confidential message from the British government..."
"First, I must tell you there are no human rights violations or mass killings going on in Syria," Bashar Assad wagged his finger at Magog Rhys Petley.
Outside could be heard the sounds of machine gun fire and the voices of men, women and children screaming in unison, "I've been shot... I've just been shot..."
Suddenly the Syro-Phoenician vampiress Astarte appeared from behind the curtains wearing only a see-through black silk lingerie nightie and did a quiet dance for Magog Rhys Petley's viewing pleasure.
Magog Rhys Petley felt a huge erection coming on.
Not to mention the fact that whenever he was sexually aroused, he turned into a werewolf.
Within seconds, Rhys Petley had grown fur and was crawling around on all fours and snarling and growling.
"A werewolf," President Assad screamed, "the British government has sent a werewolf to kill me."
Quickly Assad's Presidential bodyguard formed a circle around him to protect him from said werewolf.
* * *
BBC News Announcer: This just in. The Arab news service al-Jazeera is reporting that the Syrian government is making the bizarre claim that British Intelligence sent a werewolf to kill Syrian President Bashar Assad.
To be continued.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Abducting A Vampiress In Broad Moonlight On The Streets of Budapest
The Hungarian actress Katalin Vlad was also a vampiress.
Her night time performances in the Nagy Theatre were the talk of Budapest.
Although people did wonder why they never saw her in the day time.
But Katalin Vlad was not performing this evening.
Instead she was sitting in a small bistro eating a bowl of goulash soup.
She got up, paid her bill and left the cafe.
As she walked down the street in her tight fitting navy blue dress, the sound of her spiked navy blue stilettos could be heard clicking along the cobblestone sidewalks of the old Budapest neighbourhood she was in.
She stopped suddenly.
She heard clicking coming from another pair of spiked stilettos behind her.
She turned.
She recognized the face right away.
It was the face of Kabrie Allende Chile's famous rising young vampire huntress whose photo recently adorned the cover of Stake Your Life On It the official magazine of the International Federation of Vampire Hunters.
Kabrie Allende was just 21 and she was also a great niece of the late former President of Chile Salvador Allende (1908-1973).
Unknown to her fellow vampire hunters and huntresses however, she was also a secret agent for the Russian FSB.
She joined the FSB in an effort to help defeat the forces of U.S. imperialism around the globe (the same force that led to the overthrow and death of her great uncle back on September 11th 1973).
As she walked down the street in her white blouse, her tight black skirt and her midnight black spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes, it was in her capacity as an agent for the Russian FSB that she now approached Katalin Vlad.
Which was a good thing for Miss Vlad.
Otherwise the breathtakingly beautiful dark-haired and dark-eyed Hungarian actress vampiress would be dead.
Instead Miss Allende pushed Miss Vlad into a van on the side of the street.
Miss Allende entered the van herself, shut the door and the vehicle drove away.
Meanwhile in Moscow, Russian Prime Minister Vladimir Putin received word that the target had been taken and Operation Cossack could now begin.
In his hotel room in the midst of attending yet another summit conference, U.S. President Barack Obama tossed into the garbage can what he thought was a copy of Republican Presidential candidate Newt Gingrich's latest speech.
But that was not the case.
Rather the document was a CIA briefing paper on a recently uncovered Russian intelligence operation that went by the name of Operation Cossack.
To be continued.
Her night time performances in the Nagy Theatre were the talk of Budapest.
Although people did wonder why they never saw her in the day time.
But Katalin Vlad was not performing this evening.
Instead she was sitting in a small bistro eating a bowl of goulash soup.
She got up, paid her bill and left the cafe.
As she walked down the street in her tight fitting navy blue dress, the sound of her spiked navy blue stilettos could be heard clicking along the cobblestone sidewalks of the old Budapest neighbourhood she was in.
She stopped suddenly.
She heard clicking coming from another pair of spiked stilettos behind her.
She turned.
She recognized the face right away.
It was the face of Kabrie Allende Chile's famous rising young vampire huntress whose photo recently adorned the cover of Stake Your Life On It the official magazine of the International Federation of Vampire Hunters.
Kabrie Allende was just 21 and she was also a great niece of the late former President of Chile Salvador Allende (1908-1973).
Unknown to her fellow vampire hunters and huntresses however, she was also a secret agent for the Russian FSB.
She joined the FSB in an effort to help defeat the forces of U.S. imperialism around the globe (the same force that led to the overthrow and death of her great uncle back on September 11th 1973).
As she walked down the street in her white blouse, her tight black skirt and her midnight black spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes, it was in her capacity as an agent for the Russian FSB that she now approached Katalin Vlad.
Which was a good thing for Miss Vlad.
Otherwise the breathtakingly beautiful dark-haired and dark-eyed Hungarian actress vampiress would be dead.
Instead Miss Allende pushed Miss Vlad into a van on the side of the street.
Miss Allende entered the van herself, shut the door and the vehicle drove away.
Meanwhile in Moscow, Russian Prime Minister Vladimir Putin received word that the target had been taken and Operation Cossack could now begin.
In his hotel room in the midst of attending yet another summit conference, U.S. President Barack Obama tossed into the garbage can what he thought was a copy of Republican Presidential candidate Newt Gingrich's latest speech.
But that was not the case.
Rather the document was a CIA briefing paper on a recently uncovered Russian intelligence operation that went by the name of Operation Cossack.
To be continued.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Lunar Vampire In Iran and Werewolf On The Road To Damascus
Interpol's paranormal investigator Peter Whitstable was having a glass of wine with vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing in a Paris cafe.
"So Dracul, did you hear about Renfield R. Renfield stealing a classified document from CIA headquarters in Langley, Virginia?" Whitstable asked.
"I did," Van Helsing nodded.
"And are you aware of the contents of that document?" Whitstable inquired.
"It relates how the Apollo 11 astronauts found a vampire in suspended animation in a coffin on the moon and were ordered by NASA to bring the coffin and vampire back to Earth," Van Helsing answered.
"Do you know what ever became of that vampire?" Whitstable wanted to know, "no one seems to know."
"Well it was aroused from its state of suspended animation and escaped and fled to Iran," Van Helsing replied.
"Iran?" Whitstable's ears perked up, "what happened to it there?".
"It or he if you prefer now serves as an advisor to Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad," Van Helsing stated.
"To Ahmadinejad?" Whistable's jaw dropped.
"Yes, Ahmadinejad believes this vampire is the Imam Mahdi," Van Helsing sipped his wine and gazed through the cafe window at the Eiffel Tower.
"The Twelfth Imam of Shia prophecy?" Whitstable blinked.
"That's right," Van Helsing noticed the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec standing in a red dress on the Eiffel Tower.
"And what does this vampire posing as the Imam Mahdi want?" Whitstable downed the rest of his wine in a single gulp.
"Nuclear war against Israel and the U.S.," Van Helsing answered.
"Good Lord," Whitstable whispered.
* * *
Welsh werewolf Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley was attending an art show at an exclusive art gallery in London.
Rhys Petley often attended these functions- as an MP he was of course immediately let in- but he did not attend because he was an art connoisseur.
Rather he attended because of the free wine and cheese served at these functions.
Magog Rhys Petley loved wine and cheese.
But he didn't like paying for them.
As Rhys Petley entered the gallery's exclusive entrance he passed a lone Occupy London protestor holding up a sign outside the gallery saying "We are the 1%."
Inside the gallery, Rhys Petley felt an arm on his shoulder.
He turned and was surprised to see that it was Charles Prince of Wales holding a glass of wine and a slice of cheese.
What was Prince Charles doing greeting him?
He Magog Rhys Petley was a staunch republican and rabid anti-monarchist.
"Magog," the Prince smiled.
"Er... your Highness," Rhys Petley blurted, "congratulations on your 63rd birthday."
Prince Charles had just turned 63 this past Monday November 14th.
"Don't remind me of my age," the Prince shook his head, "if I was a common man, I could look forward to retirement in another couple of years."
"Heavy is the head that wears the crown-in-waiting," Rhys Petley nodded sympathetically.
"I've kept abreast of your activities this year, you know," Charles helped himself to a smoked oyster on a cracker, "your meeting with Silvio Berlusconi on a British trade mission to Italy, your going to Cairo to ask then Egyptian President Hosni Mubarak to immediately step down before any protestors were killed and your going to Libya to ask Col. Muammar Gaddafi to step down and leave Libya to prevent civil war."
"All those missions were failures," noted Magog Rhys Petley who failed to grab an oyster on a cracker before the French maid looking waitress carrying the tray walked away.
"But to succeed at failure," Prince Charles smiled, "surely that's a success of sorts?".
"I suppose if you put it that way it is," Rhys Petley agreed.
"Anyways I was wondering if you'd undertake a mission for me on behalf of the British government," Charles reached for a strawberry underneath the small statue of Diana of the Ephesians, "a mission where I hope you'll succeed. I want you to go to Damascus and ask Syrian President Bashar Assad to step down before any more of his countrymen are killed. Tell him to go into exile in Iran."
"Um...." Magog Rhys Petley didn't know what to say so he finally said, "Okay."
He looked at the prince and then noticed the curious juxtaposition of the statue of Diana of the Ephesians against the background of an oil painting of a Paris tunnel.
He noticed Diana's statue seemed to be urinating champagne on the prince just as Camilla came over to greet the duo.
To be continued.
"So Dracul, did you hear about Renfield R. Renfield stealing a classified document from CIA headquarters in Langley, Virginia?" Whitstable asked.
"I did," Van Helsing nodded.
"And are you aware of the contents of that document?" Whitstable inquired.
"It relates how the Apollo 11 astronauts found a vampire in suspended animation in a coffin on the moon and were ordered by NASA to bring the coffin and vampire back to Earth," Van Helsing answered.
"Do you know what ever became of that vampire?" Whitstable wanted to know, "no one seems to know."
"Well it was aroused from its state of suspended animation and escaped and fled to Iran," Van Helsing replied.
"Iran?" Whitstable's ears perked up, "what happened to it there?".
"It or he if you prefer now serves as an advisor to Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad," Van Helsing stated.
"To Ahmadinejad?" Whistable's jaw dropped.
"Yes, Ahmadinejad believes this vampire is the Imam Mahdi," Van Helsing sipped his wine and gazed through the cafe window at the Eiffel Tower.
"The Twelfth Imam of Shia prophecy?" Whitstable blinked.
"That's right," Van Helsing noticed the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec standing in a red dress on the Eiffel Tower.
"And what does this vampire posing as the Imam Mahdi want?" Whitstable downed the rest of his wine in a single gulp.
"Nuclear war against Israel and the U.S.," Van Helsing answered.
"Good Lord," Whitstable whispered.
* * *
Welsh werewolf Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley was attending an art show at an exclusive art gallery in London.
Rhys Petley often attended these functions- as an MP he was of course immediately let in- but he did not attend because he was an art connoisseur.
Rather he attended because of the free wine and cheese served at these functions.
Magog Rhys Petley loved wine and cheese.
But he didn't like paying for them.
As Rhys Petley entered the gallery's exclusive entrance he passed a lone Occupy London protestor holding up a sign outside the gallery saying "We are the 1%."
Inside the gallery, Rhys Petley felt an arm on his shoulder.
He turned and was surprised to see that it was Charles Prince of Wales holding a glass of wine and a slice of cheese.
What was Prince Charles doing greeting him?
He Magog Rhys Petley was a staunch republican and rabid anti-monarchist.
"Magog," the Prince smiled.
"Er... your Highness," Rhys Petley blurted, "congratulations on your 63rd birthday."
Prince Charles had just turned 63 this past Monday November 14th.
"Don't remind me of my age," the Prince shook his head, "if I was a common man, I could look forward to retirement in another couple of years."
"Heavy is the head that wears the crown-in-waiting," Rhys Petley nodded sympathetically.
"I've kept abreast of your activities this year, you know," Charles helped himself to a smoked oyster on a cracker, "your meeting with Silvio Berlusconi on a British trade mission to Italy, your going to Cairo to ask then Egyptian President Hosni Mubarak to immediately step down before any protestors were killed and your going to Libya to ask Col. Muammar Gaddafi to step down and leave Libya to prevent civil war."
"All those missions were failures," noted Magog Rhys Petley who failed to grab an oyster on a cracker before the French maid looking waitress carrying the tray walked away.
"But to succeed at failure," Prince Charles smiled, "surely that's a success of sorts?".
"I suppose if you put it that way it is," Rhys Petley agreed.
"Anyways I was wondering if you'd undertake a mission for me on behalf of the British government," Charles reached for a strawberry underneath the small statue of Diana of the Ephesians, "a mission where I hope you'll succeed. I want you to go to Damascus and ask Syrian President Bashar Assad to step down before any more of his countrymen are killed. Tell him to go into exile in Iran."
"Um...." Magog Rhys Petley didn't know what to say so he finally said, "Okay."
He looked at the prince and then noticed the curious juxtaposition of the statue of Diana of the Ephesians against the background of an oil painting of a Paris tunnel.
He noticed Diana's statue seemed to be urinating champagne on the prince just as Camilla came over to greet the duo.
To be continued.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Magog Rhys Petley Receives Another Phone Call Plus A Ghostly Visitor
It was a Sunday night as Magog Rhys Petley laid down his head to sleep.
He was thinking about the phone call he had got from former Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi last night.
Just then the phone rang.
Magog Rhys Petley picked up the receiver.
It was former Egyptian President Hosni Mubarak phoning from a military prison in Egypt.
"Hello Magog," the former Egyptian President's voice sounded raspy, "I just got permission to phone you. Listen when we met earlier this year and you advised me to immediately step down and go into exile to Saudi Arabia, I should have followed your advice."
They spoke for a few minutes.
Magog then put down the receiver and drifted off to sleep.
He was awakened by the smell of sulphur.
Standing there were two fiery looking demons and between the two of them was the ghost of Libyan leader Col. Muammar Gaddafi sporting a new look- a very crispy blackened and very reddish complexion.
The ghost of Gaddafi was bound in ghostly chains.
Gaddafi spoke,
"I am the ghost of Col. Muammar Gaddafi
doomed for all eternity to walk the night
and to fast in fires...
Magog, I should have taken your advice when we met earlier this year and should have immediately stepped down as the beloved leader of Libya and gone into exile to Hugo Chavez's Venezuela like you suggested."
"Time's up," the demon pulled out a Rolex watch given to him by his client Bernie Madoff, "time to go back to Hell."
The two demons and Gaddafi's chained and bound ghost vanished in a puff of smoke.
Magog Rhys Petley looked up at the ceiling and whispered to himself, "But I'm an atheistic Marxist. I don't believe in Hell."
To be continued.
He was thinking about the phone call he had got from former Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi last night.
Just then the phone rang.
Magog Rhys Petley picked up the receiver.
It was former Egyptian President Hosni Mubarak phoning from a military prison in Egypt.
"Hello Magog," the former Egyptian President's voice sounded raspy, "I just got permission to phone you. Listen when we met earlier this year and you advised me to immediately step down and go into exile to Saudi Arabia, I should have followed your advice."
They spoke for a few minutes.
Magog then put down the receiver and drifted off to sleep.
He was awakened by the smell of sulphur.
Standing there were two fiery looking demons and between the two of them was the ghost of Libyan leader Col. Muammar Gaddafi sporting a new look- a very crispy blackened and very reddish complexion.
The ghost of Gaddafi was bound in ghostly chains.
Gaddafi spoke,
"I am the ghost of Col. Muammar Gaddafi
doomed for all eternity to walk the night
and to fast in fires...
Magog, I should have taken your advice when we met earlier this year and should have immediately stepped down as the beloved leader of Libya and gone into exile to Hugo Chavez's Venezuela like you suggested."
"Time's up," the demon pulled out a Rolex watch given to him by his client Bernie Madoff, "time to go back to Hell."
The two demons and Gaddafi's chained and bound ghost vanished in a puff of smoke.
Magog Rhys Petley looked up at the ceiling and whispered to himself, "But I'm an atheistic Marxist. I don't believe in Hell."
To be continued.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Magog Rhys Petley, Silvio Berlusconi and Fenrir
Welsh Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley was asleep in his room in London.
The phone rang.
He picked up the receiver.
It was former Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi who had just resigned as Prime Minister of Italy hours earlier.
"Hello old friend," Berlusconi said, "just wanted you to know that I've resigned."
"Old friend?" Magog Rhys Petley was confused, "but we only met once. And you're a monopolistic capitalist businessman while I'm a former union leader not to mention an openly Marxist far-Left member of the British Labour Party."
"Yes but seeing as how we had such a fun time at that bunga-bunga party of mine which you attended earlier this year," Berlusconi laughed, "I now consider you an old friend despite our radical political differences."
Magog Rhys Petley's cheeks turned red when he thought of what he had done at that "bunga-bunga" party of Berlusconi's.
They talked for a while and then Berlusconi wished Rhys Petley a good night.
As Rhys Petley put the phone down, he thought he noticed a wolf's shadow appearing on the moonlit corner of his darkened bedroom.
Rhys Petley ran over to the mirror fearing that he was once again turning into a werewolf.
But he wasn't.
Rhys Petley breathed a sigh of relief.
* * *
Outside on the streets of London, that ancient Norse wolf Fenrir walked the streets and avenues casting a huge gigantic shadow as he walked.
For the drumbeats of Ragnarok were sounding.
To be continued.
The phone rang.
He picked up the receiver.
It was former Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi who had just resigned as Prime Minister of Italy hours earlier.
"Hello old friend," Berlusconi said, "just wanted you to know that I've resigned."
"Old friend?" Magog Rhys Petley was confused, "but we only met once. And you're a monopolistic capitalist businessman while I'm a former union leader not to mention an openly Marxist far-Left member of the British Labour Party."
"Yes but seeing as how we had such a fun time at that bunga-bunga party of mine which you attended earlier this year," Berlusconi laughed, "I now consider you an old friend despite our radical political differences."
Magog Rhys Petley's cheeks turned red when he thought of what he had done at that "bunga-bunga" party of Berlusconi's.
They talked for a while and then Berlusconi wished Rhys Petley a good night.
As Rhys Petley put the phone down, he thought he noticed a wolf's shadow appearing on the moonlit corner of his darkened bedroom.
Rhys Petley ran over to the mirror fearing that he was once again turning into a werewolf.
But he wasn't.
Rhys Petley breathed a sigh of relief.
* * *
Outside on the streets of London, that ancient Norse wolf Fenrir walked the streets and avenues casting a huge gigantic shadow as he walked.
For the drumbeats of Ragnarok were sounding.
To be continued.
Friday, November 11, 2011
The 11-11-11 Massacre At The Nocturnal Club
It was 11:11 PM at the Nocturnal Club- a nightclub for vampires and vampiresses.
The cloak check girl at the desk looked at the gentleman with moustache and glasses.
She didn't really recognize him.
He must be new to the vampiric lifestyle she figured.
He didn't really have a reference for entering the club.
But she admired the man's gold cufflinks.
And today's date was 11-11-11: a day that only happened once a century.
So why not let him in to the Club's 11-11-11 party?
The man entered the club and looked around at all the vampires and vampiresses dancing.
Suddenly the man ripped off his moustache and threw the glasses to the floor.
From underneath his jacket he pulled out a semi-automatic Crossbow loaded with Holy Water blessed silver arrows.
"Dracul Van Helsing!" the vampires and vampiresses shouted to their horror.
Van Helsing began firing in all directions.
Vampire hit the floor.
Vampiress hit the floor.
All vanished into dust.
When it was all over, the club was empty save for the figure of the Vampire Hunter.
Van Helsing looked around at the dust and commented, "Looks like this place could use a good sweeping and vacuuming."
He grabbed his crossbow and walked out into the night.
And the date 11-11-11 would become for vampires and vampiresses what 9/11 was for the American people and what February 14th 1929 was for prohibition era gangsters.
To be continued.
The cloak check girl at the desk looked at the gentleman with moustache and glasses.
She didn't really recognize him.
He must be new to the vampiric lifestyle she figured.
He didn't really have a reference for entering the club.
But she admired the man's gold cufflinks.
And today's date was 11-11-11: a day that only happened once a century.
So why not let him in to the Club's 11-11-11 party?
The man entered the club and looked around at all the vampires and vampiresses dancing.
Suddenly the man ripped off his moustache and threw the glasses to the floor.
From underneath his jacket he pulled out a semi-automatic Crossbow loaded with Holy Water blessed silver arrows.
"Dracul Van Helsing!" the vampires and vampiresses shouted to their horror.
Van Helsing began firing in all directions.
Vampire hit the floor.
Vampiress hit the floor.
All vanished into dust.
When it was all over, the club was empty save for the figure of the Vampire Hunter.
Van Helsing looked around at the dust and commented, "Looks like this place could use a good sweeping and vacuuming."
He grabbed his crossbow and walked out into the night.
And the date 11-11-11 would become for vampires and vampiresses what 9/11 was for the American people and what February 14th 1929 was for prohibition era gangsters.
To be continued.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Sauerkraut 1, Greek Olives 0
Welsh werewolf Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley was back in London after spending a week in an Italian jail for running naked through Pope Benedict XVI's Inter-Faith Prayer For Peace Conference back on the 27th of last Month.
The Italian judge refused to buy Rhys Petley's claim that he had been temporarily possessed by the demon Moloch at the time.
The judge asked Rhys Petley, "How can you an atheistic Marxist believe in demons?".
Magog Rhys Petley had no answer for him.
While taking a taxi through London, he noticed Renfield R. Renfield being released from jail.
Renfield had spent a night in the drunk tank for having sung a Katy Perry song outside Buckingham Palace.
"This world is getting curiouser and curiouser," he remarked to himself in the back of the taxi.
* * *
Inspector Depp of Scotland Yard said to himself, "This world is getting curiouser and curiouser."
He had just received an email from the eccentric Interpol agent Peter Whitstable called by some "the Fox Mulder of Interpol" saying that the reason that Greek Prime Minister George Papandreou had scrapped his plans for a referendum on the proposed EU bail-out of Greece and the resulting austerity measures for the country was because the ancient Germanic vampire Wotan had just beaten the Greek vampire Zeus in a game of chess.
Zeus had protested that he lost the match because he was distracted by the short skirted Russian girl who was going around holding placards that announced each round of the chess match.
Such protests fell on Wotan's deaf ears along with the contents of Zeus' glass of Greek Ouzo which fell on Wotan's blind eye.
To be continued.
The Italian judge refused to buy Rhys Petley's claim that he had been temporarily possessed by the demon Moloch at the time.
The judge asked Rhys Petley, "How can you an atheistic Marxist believe in demons?".
Magog Rhys Petley had no answer for him.
While taking a taxi through London, he noticed Renfield R. Renfield being released from jail.
Renfield had spent a night in the drunk tank for having sung a Katy Perry song outside Buckingham Palace.
"This world is getting curiouser and curiouser," he remarked to himself in the back of the taxi.
* * *
Inspector Depp of Scotland Yard said to himself, "This world is getting curiouser and curiouser."
He had just received an email from the eccentric Interpol agent Peter Whitstable called by some "the Fox Mulder of Interpol" saying that the reason that Greek Prime Minister George Papandreou had scrapped his plans for a referendum on the proposed EU bail-out of Greece and the resulting austerity measures for the country was because the ancient Germanic vampire Wotan had just beaten the Greek vampire Zeus in a game of chess.
Zeus had protested that he lost the match because he was distracted by the short skirted Russian girl who was going around holding placards that announced each round of the chess match.
Such protests fell on Wotan's deaf ears along with the contents of Zeus' glass of Greek Ouzo which fell on Wotan's blind eye.
To be continued.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Renfield Gets Into The Tuak
"What are you drinking there, Amadeus?" Renfield asked when he noticed Amadeus sipping from a bottle.
There were several other bottles of similar shape and size all unopened.
"It's called Tuak and it's considered a drink of hospitality among the Iban in the Malaysian province of Sarawak," Amadeus replied.
"I thought the boss told you to quit sampling things Malaysian," Renfield frowned.
"Don't worry," Amadeus smiled, "Tuak isn't as expensive as Empurau fish."
"Hm, maybe I should try a swig," Renfield opened a bottle of Tuak and started downing the liquid in a single gulp.
"Careful," Amadeus cautioned, "that Tuak has a high concentration of alcohol. You might start doing silly things."
"Nonsense," Renfield waved him off, "I can handle it."
* * *
Several hours later on the BBC Evening News on TV, the announcer announces,
"And in other news, Mr. Renfield R. Renfield the Chief of Security and Intelligence for Set Enterprises Ltd. was arrested outside Buckingham Palace earlier tonight where he was caught loudly singing a Katy Perry song much to the displeasure of Her Majesty's ear drums... here's the video..."
Renfield (being led away in police handcuffs and loudly singing):
I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chapstick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right...
Athelstan the valet to the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set remarked to Amadeus, "I'm afraid Master Renfield will never be able to live this down..."
To be continued.
There were several other bottles of similar shape and size all unopened.
"It's called Tuak and it's considered a drink of hospitality among the Iban in the Malaysian province of Sarawak," Amadeus replied.
"I thought the boss told you to quit sampling things Malaysian," Renfield frowned.
"Don't worry," Amadeus smiled, "Tuak isn't as expensive as Empurau fish."
"Hm, maybe I should try a swig," Renfield opened a bottle of Tuak and started downing the liquid in a single gulp.
"Careful," Amadeus cautioned, "that Tuak has a high concentration of alcohol. You might start doing silly things."
"Nonsense," Renfield waved him off, "I can handle it."
* * *
Several hours later on the BBC Evening News on TV, the announcer announces,
"And in other news, Mr. Renfield R. Renfield the Chief of Security and Intelligence for Set Enterprises Ltd. was arrested outside Buckingham Palace earlier tonight where he was caught loudly singing a Katy Perry song much to the displeasure of Her Majesty's ear drums... here's the video..."
Renfield (being led away in police handcuffs and loudly singing):
I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chapstick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right...
Athelstan the valet to the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set remarked to Amadeus, "I'm afraid Master Renfield will never be able to live this down..."
To be continued.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Qonzilqointec and Dia de los Muertos
It was Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) festival celebrations in Mexico on this November 2nd (also known as All Souls Day on the Church calendar).
And the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec had spent the day celebrating.
And now tonight she was still celebrating.
As she wore a beautiful long white dress and stood atop an ancient Aztec sacrificial pyramid.
In her hand, she held a sharp dark obsidian knife.
She held it over a 7-year-old girl named Catrina who also was dressed in a long white dress and tied to the sacrificial altar atop the pyramid.
Catrina was the daughter of a wealthy executive of one of North America's biggest telephone companies.
The wealthy executive had agreed to allow Qonzilqointec to sacrifice his child in exchange for 20 years of massive hyper-profits for his company in the coming New World Order which was to be instituted in the year 2012 according to Qonzilqointec.
Qonzilqointec sang a hymn to her spiritual godfather the Aztec feathered serpent god Quetzalcoatl and then brought the knife down on the child.
She cut open the girl and then ripped the child's still beating human heart from her body.
Qonzilqointec baptised the crowd below the pyramid with the blood from the girl's heart.
Most of the blood fell on the head of the executive of the powerful North American telephone company.
The man smiled and supernatural dollar signs suddenly appeared in the pupils of the man's eyes,
"To the coming Singularity," Qonzilqointec shouted as she proudly held the still beating heart in her hands.
"To the coming Singularity," the crowd intoned in a mantra like chant of conformist uniformity.
To be continued.
And the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec had spent the day celebrating.
And now tonight she was still celebrating.
As she wore a beautiful long white dress and stood atop an ancient Aztec sacrificial pyramid.
In her hand, she held a sharp dark obsidian knife.
She held it over a 7-year-old girl named Catrina who also was dressed in a long white dress and tied to the sacrificial altar atop the pyramid.
Catrina was the daughter of a wealthy executive of one of North America's biggest telephone companies.
The wealthy executive had agreed to allow Qonzilqointec to sacrifice his child in exchange for 20 years of massive hyper-profits for his company in the coming New World Order which was to be instituted in the year 2012 according to Qonzilqointec.
Qonzilqointec sang a hymn to her spiritual godfather the Aztec feathered serpent god Quetzalcoatl and then brought the knife down on the child.
She cut open the girl and then ripped the child's still beating human heart from her body.
Qonzilqointec baptised the crowd below the pyramid with the blood from the girl's heart.
Most of the blood fell on the head of the executive of the powerful North American telephone company.
The man smiled and supernatural dollar signs suddenly appeared in the pupils of the man's eyes,
"To the coming Singularity," Qonzilqointec shouted as she proudly held the still beating heart in her hands.
"To the coming Singularity," the crowd intoned in a mantra like chant of conformist uniformity.
To be continued.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Of Warlocks and Zeus
Peter Whitstable the man known as the Fox Mulder of Interpol was sitting in the bar at the Davenport Hotel in Spokane, Washington having a Bloody Mary.
It was then that he noticed Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing.
"Dracul," Whitstable called him over.
"Peter," Van Helsing nodded.
"Say did you hear the rumour around here that some satanic warlock fell down the elevator shaft in this hotel last night and was killed?" Peter sipped his Bloody Mary.
"I heard that," Dracul nodded, "there seems to be a rash of satanic warlocks falling down hotel elevator shafts in America's Pacific states this past week."
"Yes, it's curious isn't it?" Whitstable adjusted his tie.
Van Helsing dropped a hotel key into an envelope and sealed it.
"So what are you doing here?" Whitstable asked.
"Oh, just staying here a couple of days and then heading to the Wedgewood Hotel in Vancouver," Van Helsing answered.
"Say, I hear that the ancient Greek vampire Zeus has been seen in several vicinities across the world recently," Whitstable remarked.
"Including a TV car commercial for the new Scion High Voltage tC," Dracul noted.
"What's his game plan?" Whitstable asked.
"Same game plan as the Egyptian vampiress Isis and the Aztec feathered serpent god Quetzalcoatl," Dracul stated, "hoping to gain the worship of mortal men again and in the case of the sex maniac Zeus particularly the worship of mortal women."
To be continued.
It was then that he noticed Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing.
"Dracul," Whitstable called him over.
"Peter," Van Helsing nodded.
"Say did you hear the rumour around here that some satanic warlock fell down the elevator shaft in this hotel last night and was killed?" Peter sipped his Bloody Mary.
"I heard that," Dracul nodded, "there seems to be a rash of satanic warlocks falling down hotel elevator shafts in America's Pacific states this past week."
"Yes, it's curious isn't it?" Whitstable adjusted his tie.
Van Helsing dropped a hotel key into an envelope and sealed it.
"So what are you doing here?" Whitstable asked.
"Oh, just staying here a couple of days and then heading to the Wedgewood Hotel in Vancouver," Van Helsing answered.
"Say, I hear that the ancient Greek vampire Zeus has been seen in several vicinities across the world recently," Whitstable remarked.
"Including a TV car commercial for the new Scion High Voltage tC," Dracul noted.
"What's his game plan?" Whitstable asked.
"Same game plan as the Egyptian vampiress Isis and the Aztec feathered serpent god Quetzalcoatl," Dracul stated, "hoping to gain the worship of mortal men again and in the case of the sex maniac Zeus particularly the worship of mortal women."
To be continued.
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