The Dream of Dulcinea Lucia
Dulcinea Lucia had had an eventful day.
The gypsy crystal ball reader who had her own psychic reading shop on London's Carnaby Street had been given a replica statue of Neb-Senu as a gift earlier today.
Neb-Senu had been an Egyptian statue in a Manchester museum that had supposedly come to life a couple of years ago and had allegedly moved on its pedestal in its case in the museum.
For some reason, being given the replica statue had reminded her of a mysterious client that had come to her for a psychic reading a couple of years ago.
The man who came to her shop had the hairiest legs (for he had been wearing Bermuda shorts) and the hairiest palms (for she had also done a palm reading for him) that she had ever seen.
He had called himself Pan Goatee.
(For more background on the relationship between Neb-Senu and Pan Goatee please read
https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2013/06/27/the-moving-statue/
https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2013/06/28/pan-goatee-and-neb-senu/
https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2013/07/07/pan-goatee-and-neb-senu-in-bethlehem/
https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2013/08/07/magog-rhys-petley-and-pan-goatee/
https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2013/08/08/the-mummy-the-wolfman-and-the-serial-killer/
After receiving the gift, Dulcinea Lucia had gone to a London art gallery with a friend to gaze at portrait paintings of various historical and mythological figures from history.
But now the incredibly sexy dark eyed and raven haired gypsy beauty lay in bed in her London apartment and drifted off to sleep where her mind was filled with images she had seen during the day.
She then dreamed a dream.
In her dream, she saw the Byzantine Emperor Justinian standing on the steps of the Lenin Mausoleum in Red Square shaking hands with a smiling and grinning resurrected Lenin.
She later found herself on Panepistimiou Street in Athens where she saw Mammon the ancient Babylonian god of banking and commerce pulling the plug on a toilet in the Bank of Greece while the Germanic god Wotan looked on approvingly.
She then stood on the Acropolis where she saw Vladimir Putin standing at the top of the steps to the Acropolis with his arms totally outstretched in a Cross like fashion.
Even though Dulcinea Lucia recognized the figure as Putin, he was also wearing the beard and the Byzantine like robes of Christ that she had seen in certain Russian Orthodox icons.
A figure resembling Karl Marx (though he looked more like a combination of Marx and the bearded Greek god Zeus) fell at the Putin-Christ's feet and then kissed the Putin-Christ's right hand and said, "My Lord and my God."
"Behold the Saviour of the Greeks," a figure below the hill of the Acropolis shouted.
The figure was none other than Greek Prime Minister Alexis Tsipras.
A large crowd of people waving Syriza and Communist banners cheered behind him.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday June 30th
2015
Sent from my iPhone
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Friday, June 26, 2015
The Confederate Flag and The Illuminati
The Confederate Flag and The Illuminati
Two men
One named Robert E. Lee
The other named Albert Pike
Both generals in the Confederate Army
Lee was personally an abolitionist- describing slavery as an "evil institution"
Pike was a life-long proponent of slavery and believed in the inferiority of blacks
Lee was actually Abraham Lincoln's first choice to command the Union Army
(but when Lee's home state of Virginia opted for secession, he followed his home state in April 1861)
Pike was one of the co-founders of the Ku Klux Klan after the U.S. Civil
War (his role in founding this organization whitewashed in American history through the efforts of another organization he belonged to- Scottish Rite Freemasonry)
The Confederate Flag known today was not actually the official government flag of the Confederacy
It was the Battle Flag of Lee's Army of Northern Virginia
In the 1920s as the Ku Klux Klan staged an early 20th Century comeback, it was not Lee's Confederate Flag they waved through the streets but the Stars and Stripes banner of the U.S.A.
It was in the 1980s that a group calling itself the Aryan Nations made the Confederate battle flag of Lee its symbol
In the 1880s (100 years earlier), Pike in his personal letters sang praises of a symbol called the Swastika and talked about the superiority of the Aryan race and the inferiority of the blacks and the treachery of the Jews
(words that would be echoed 40 years later by a Charlie Chaplin lookalike giving speeches in Germany in the 1920s)
Lee was a Christian
Pike in his book Morals and Dogma stated that Lucifer was the light side of God and Adonai (Yahweh) was the dark side of God
Lee is buried underneath Lee Chapel at Washington and Lee University in Lexington Virginia
Pike was buried at Oak Hill Cemetery in Washington D.C.
In 1944, his remains were removed to the House of The Temple in Washington D.C. (The headquarters of the Scottish Rite of Freemasonry, Southern Jurisdiction, U.S.A.)
Pike being an influential Freemason (Sovereign Grand Commander of the Scottish Rite's Southern Jurisdiction for 32 years) never lost his U.S. citizenship despite being a pro-slavery Confederate general
Lee an abolitionist Confederate general only had his U.S. citizenship posthumously restored in 1975
May 31st 1801- The Supreme Council of Scottish Rite Freemasonry is first established in the U.S. in Charleston South Carolina
June 29th 1963 - Lucifer worshipping Freemasons from a Scottish rite lodge in Charleston South Carolina sacrifice a baby in a black magic ceremony while at the same time a group of Lucifer worshipping Masonic Cardinals perform a satanic Act of Enthronement in the Vatican
This claim was made by Jesuit priest Malachi Martin and naturally he was laughed at by others
But then again back in the late '70s and early '80s, Father Martin was laughed at for making the claim that certain Catholic priests were sodomizing little boys and many bishops were covering up for them
And we all know today how wrong Father Martin was for making that claim don't we?
June 17th 2015- A mass shooting takes place at Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church in downtown Charleston South Carolina when 21-year-old Dylann Roof shoots and kills 9 people
In photos posted on-line before the massacre Roof is seen burning an American flag (the same flag that was being proudly waved and carried through the streets in photos of KKK rallies in the 1920s)
He is then seen waving a Confederate flag- abolitionist Gen. Lee's Battle flag of the Army of Northern Virginia- a flag hijacked by white segregationists in the mid-20th Century and further hijacked by the Aryan Nations in the 1980s
(I guess if a "Religion of Peace" like Islam can be hijacked by terrorists if we can believe the words of that most intellectually inclined of American Presidents- George W. Bush- then an abolitionist General's Battle flag can be hijacked by white segregationists and white supremacists)
Racists are people ignorant of true history
Actually the same can be said of most liberals as well- ignorance of true history
That's one characteristic racists and most liberals do share in common- an abysmal ignorance of actual history.
And so the cry echoes up and down America to, in Stalinesque-like fashion, airbrush Lee's battle flag from the landscape and pages of American history
And in his tomb in the House of The Temple in Washington D.C., Pike is at rest- Freemason (as Basil Fawlty whispers, "Don't mention the Klan. I mentioned it once but I think I got away with it") and American patriot
In his tomb underneath Lee Chapel at Washington and Lee University in Lexington, Virginia, Lee, abolitionist and true Southern gentleman (and restored American citizen only in 1975), rolls over as his battle flag disappears from the American landscape.
-A free verse poem
written by Christopher
Thursday June 25th
2015.
Sent from my iPhone
Two men
One named Robert E. Lee
The other named Albert Pike
Both generals in the Confederate Army
Lee was personally an abolitionist- describing slavery as an "evil institution"
Pike was a life-long proponent of slavery and believed in the inferiority of blacks
Lee was actually Abraham Lincoln's first choice to command the Union Army
(but when Lee's home state of Virginia opted for secession, he followed his home state in April 1861)
Pike was one of the co-founders of the Ku Klux Klan after the U.S. Civil
War (his role in founding this organization whitewashed in American history through the efforts of another organization he belonged to- Scottish Rite Freemasonry)
The Confederate Flag known today was not actually the official government flag of the Confederacy
It was the Battle Flag of Lee's Army of Northern Virginia
In the 1920s as the Ku Klux Klan staged an early 20th Century comeback, it was not Lee's Confederate Flag they waved through the streets but the Stars and Stripes banner of the U.S.A.
It was in the 1980s that a group calling itself the Aryan Nations made the Confederate battle flag of Lee its symbol
In the 1880s (100 years earlier), Pike in his personal letters sang praises of a symbol called the Swastika and talked about the superiority of the Aryan race and the inferiority of the blacks and the treachery of the Jews
(words that would be echoed 40 years later by a Charlie Chaplin lookalike giving speeches in Germany in the 1920s)
Lee was a Christian
Pike in his book Morals and Dogma stated that Lucifer was the light side of God and Adonai (Yahweh) was the dark side of God
Lee is buried underneath Lee Chapel at Washington and Lee University in Lexington Virginia
Pike was buried at Oak Hill Cemetery in Washington D.C.
In 1944, his remains were removed to the House of The Temple in Washington D.C. (The headquarters of the Scottish Rite of Freemasonry, Southern Jurisdiction, U.S.A.)
Pike being an influential Freemason (Sovereign Grand Commander of the Scottish Rite's Southern Jurisdiction for 32 years) never lost his U.S. citizenship despite being a pro-slavery Confederate general
Lee an abolitionist Confederate general only had his U.S. citizenship posthumously restored in 1975
May 31st 1801- The Supreme Council of Scottish Rite Freemasonry is first established in the U.S. in Charleston South Carolina
June 29th 1963 - Lucifer worshipping Freemasons from a Scottish rite lodge in Charleston South Carolina sacrifice a baby in a black magic ceremony while at the same time a group of Lucifer worshipping Masonic Cardinals perform a satanic Act of Enthronement in the Vatican
This claim was made by Jesuit priest Malachi Martin and naturally he was laughed at by others
But then again back in the late '70s and early '80s, Father Martin was laughed at for making the claim that certain Catholic priests were sodomizing little boys and many bishops were covering up for them
And we all know today how wrong Father Martin was for making that claim don't we?
June 17th 2015- A mass shooting takes place at Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church in downtown Charleston South Carolina when 21-year-old Dylann Roof shoots and kills 9 people
In photos posted on-line before the massacre Roof is seen burning an American flag (the same flag that was being proudly waved and carried through the streets in photos of KKK rallies in the 1920s)
He is then seen waving a Confederate flag- abolitionist Gen. Lee's Battle flag of the Army of Northern Virginia- a flag hijacked by white segregationists in the mid-20th Century and further hijacked by the Aryan Nations in the 1980s
(I guess if a "Religion of Peace" like Islam can be hijacked by terrorists if we can believe the words of that most intellectually inclined of American Presidents- George W. Bush- then an abolitionist General's Battle flag can be hijacked by white segregationists and white supremacists)
Racists are people ignorant of true history
Actually the same can be said of most liberals as well- ignorance of true history
That's one characteristic racists and most liberals do share in common- an abysmal ignorance of actual history.
And so the cry echoes up and down America to, in Stalinesque-like fashion, airbrush Lee's battle flag from the landscape and pages of American history
And in his tomb in the House of The Temple in Washington D.C., Pike is at rest- Freemason (as Basil Fawlty whispers, "Don't mention the Klan. I mentioned it once but I think I got away with it") and American patriot
In his tomb underneath Lee Chapel at Washington and Lee University in Lexington, Virginia, Lee, abolitionist and true Southern gentleman (and restored American citizen only in 1975), rolls over as his battle flag disappears from the American landscape.
-A free verse poem
written by Christopher
Thursday June 25th
2015.
Sent from my iPhone
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Medusa and The Cyborg Octopus: A Poem
Medusa And The Cyborg Octopus
In his London lab
as he bandaged his scab
Dr. Cadbury Rocher had heard of the death of a friend
It seemed that Rome's Dr. Poseidon Prometheus had met his end
or so the Italian tabloids claimed
of his death no one blamed
He just simply disappeared
but in Rome no one cheered
or for that matter even cried
over the fact he may have died.
For the Romans by nature are an apathetic lot
and they're like this without even smoking pot.
Dr. Poseidon Prometheus had gone down to his lab on the Isle of Capri
there by the shores of the Tyrrhenian Sea
over a spot where Emperor Tiberius once practiced sodomy
His departing words, from a big bottle I'll unleash the genie.
And then he was never heard from again
though truth be told, tentacles were coming from his rear end.
A large bottle with a ship inside was found floating near a nearby shore
and a brave Capri fisherman said, I'll open this door.
He uncorked the top off the bottle
and found himself in a deadly throttle
for a Kraken had emerged from inside the ship
and with a hooked tentacle pierced the fisherman's lip.
(For more on the origins of this Cyborg Octopus Kraken, please read
https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2015/06/18/the-cyborg-octopus-a-poem/
)
Then the talking cyborg octopus Kraken
found the hot Capri sun a trifle bakin'
and so he headed deeper out to sea
where cool ocean breeze caressed him tenderly.
O Isle of Capri!
So much history!
Ancient and modern!
Much is forgotten!
Napoleon conquered you in September 1806
But the British played an oceanic game of pick-up sticks
They ousted the French from you the following May
and no replaced non as an expression for nay!
The French reconquered Capri in 1808
and Napoleon's ego became insufferably great
They remained there until 1815 when Napoleon met his Waterloo
and Bonaparte rule of Europe was finally through.
So on that Capri day there went out to sea
on a day that will be remembered in future history
the Kraken who called himself Napoleon the Sixth
a Kraken who had once been confined to the mists of myth.
Meanwhile Dr. Cadbury Rocher had in his lab Medusa's body and head
A long lab table was now the lamented ex-Gorgon's bed
She had been retrieved from her burial place by a metallic robot
who answered to the long forgotten Biblical name of Tobit
for you see robots do not turn to stone
plus they have a built-in smart phone
so Tobit found Medusa and brought her here to Dr. Rocher's London lab
calling the doctor who left the restaurant leaving Renfield with the tab.
Rocher called in his robot he called Edward Scissorhands
named after the Johnny Depp character with scissors for hands
The robotic barber cut Medusa's hair of snakes
plus removed from her scalp a few dandruff flakes
He added to the scalp Rocher's Instant Hair Growth Formula
whose sale was scheduled for marketing in California
And lovely flowing red lockets appeared
Her body was reattached to her head once feared.
He then brought in a fashion designer from House of Chanel
because he thought Medusa should give up clothing from Hell
And the Chanel designer fitted her with a Phoenician purple dress
A Vidal Sassoon stylist made sure her hair wasn't a mess.
And thus a new Medusa was born
one whose heart was no longer forlorn
For she was now a great raving beauty
no longer a feminazi whose face resembled her booty.
And then Rocher sailed the red haired slit skirted purple dress fair Medusa to Normandy's shore
which was the start of Der Fuhrer Hitler's downfall Churchill had swore.
And as the lovely Medusa stood there on the beach
she soon found hooked tentacles within her reach
but no harm would come to her
for the Kraken adored her
He had found true love at last
too bad his many arms had hooks of brass.
And so on this Nativity of Saint John The Baptist
Greek myth and Napoleon's legacy met and kissed
for the Corsican name Napoleon
was Italian equivalent of Greek Apollyon
His name in the Hebrew tongue is Abaddon
infinitely more powerful than the genie of Aladdin.
-A narrative poem
and vampire novel
chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday June 24th
2015.
Sent from my iPhone
In his London lab
as he bandaged his scab
Dr. Cadbury Rocher had heard of the death of a friend
It seemed that Rome's Dr. Poseidon Prometheus had met his end
or so the Italian tabloids claimed
of his death no one blamed
He just simply disappeared
but in Rome no one cheered
or for that matter even cried
over the fact he may have died.
For the Romans by nature are an apathetic lot
and they're like this without even smoking pot.
Dr. Poseidon Prometheus had gone down to his lab on the Isle of Capri
there by the shores of the Tyrrhenian Sea
over a spot where Emperor Tiberius once practiced sodomy
His departing words, from a big bottle I'll unleash the genie.
And then he was never heard from again
though truth be told, tentacles were coming from his rear end.
A large bottle with a ship inside was found floating near a nearby shore
and a brave Capri fisherman said, I'll open this door.
He uncorked the top off the bottle
and found himself in a deadly throttle
for a Kraken had emerged from inside the ship
and with a hooked tentacle pierced the fisherman's lip.
(For more on the origins of this Cyborg Octopus Kraken, please read
https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2015/06/18/the-cyborg-octopus-a-poem/
)
Then the talking cyborg octopus Kraken
found the hot Capri sun a trifle bakin'
and so he headed deeper out to sea
where cool ocean breeze caressed him tenderly.
O Isle of Capri!
So much history!
Ancient and modern!
Much is forgotten!
Napoleon conquered you in September 1806
But the British played an oceanic game of pick-up sticks
They ousted the French from you the following May
and no replaced non as an expression for nay!
The French reconquered Capri in 1808
and Napoleon's ego became insufferably great
They remained there until 1815 when Napoleon met his Waterloo
and Bonaparte rule of Europe was finally through.
So on that Capri day there went out to sea
on a day that will be remembered in future history
the Kraken who called himself Napoleon the Sixth
a Kraken who had once been confined to the mists of myth.
Meanwhile Dr. Cadbury Rocher had in his lab Medusa's body and head
A long lab table was now the lamented ex-Gorgon's bed
She had been retrieved from her burial place by a metallic robot
who answered to the long forgotten Biblical name of Tobit
for you see robots do not turn to stone
plus they have a built-in smart phone
so Tobit found Medusa and brought her here to Dr. Rocher's London lab
calling the doctor who left the restaurant leaving Renfield with the tab.
Rocher called in his robot he called Edward Scissorhands
named after the Johnny Depp character with scissors for hands
The robotic barber cut Medusa's hair of snakes
plus removed from her scalp a few dandruff flakes
He added to the scalp Rocher's Instant Hair Growth Formula
whose sale was scheduled for marketing in California
And lovely flowing red lockets appeared
Her body was reattached to her head once feared.
He then brought in a fashion designer from House of Chanel
because he thought Medusa should give up clothing from Hell
And the Chanel designer fitted her with a Phoenician purple dress
A Vidal Sassoon stylist made sure her hair wasn't a mess.
And thus a new Medusa was born
one whose heart was no longer forlorn
For she was now a great raving beauty
no longer a feminazi whose face resembled her booty.
And then Rocher sailed the red haired slit skirted purple dress fair Medusa to Normandy's shore
which was the start of Der Fuhrer Hitler's downfall Churchill had swore.
And as the lovely Medusa stood there on the beach
she soon found hooked tentacles within her reach
but no harm would come to her
for the Kraken adored her
He had found true love at last
too bad his many arms had hooks of brass.
And so on this Nativity of Saint John The Baptist
Greek myth and Napoleon's legacy met and kissed
for the Corsican name Napoleon
was Italian equivalent of Greek Apollyon
His name in the Hebrew tongue is Abaddon
infinitely more powerful than the genie of Aladdin.
-A narrative poem
and vampire novel
chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday June 24th
2015.
Sent from my iPhone
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Michelangelo and Greece
Michelangelo and Greece
London betting shops were now taking bets on whether or not Greece would soon leave the Eurozone.
Renfield R. Renfield always liked to bet on a sure thing so he decided to go down to the Set Enterprises Lab and communicate with Michelangelo the genetically created psychic lobster to see what signals the fifth dimension inclined crustacean was picking up on the question of Greece leaving the Eurozone.
As Renfield got down to the lab, his friend and fellow employee Amadeus Emanon was already there reading a book recently penned by Michelangelo's creator Dr. Cadbury Rocher. The book was called Psychic Lobsters For Dummies.
Renfield walked over to Michelangelo's tank and tapped on the glass.
"Michelangelo, can you hear me?" Renfield asked through the glass.
The lobster appeared to nod yes and also appeared to be covering his ears with his claws.
"Michelangelo, will Greece leave the Eurozone soon? What do your psychic antennae tell you?" Renfield queried, "If the answer is yes, tap once on the glass. If the answer is no, tap twice on the glass."
Michelangelo tapped once on the glass.
Renfield shouted with glee with his hands in the air, "Yippee! I'm heading down to the betting shop to bet that Greece is leaving the Eurozone soon."
Amadeus watched Renfield leave.
"Oh well," Amadeus sighed, "if Michelangelo turns out to be wrong, at least I'll know what book to buy Renfield for his birthday."
He put aside his copy of Psychic Lobsters For Dummies.
. . .
Meanwhile in her office in Berlin, German Chancellor Angela Merkel was on her laptop.
She had just ordered a book from Amazon called Leaving The Eurozone For Dummies.
She was going to send the book to Greek Prime Minister Alexis Tsipras should the necessity arise.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday June 21st
2015.
Sent from my iPhone
London betting shops were now taking bets on whether or not Greece would soon leave the Eurozone.
Renfield R. Renfield always liked to bet on a sure thing so he decided to go down to the Set Enterprises Lab and communicate with Michelangelo the genetically created psychic lobster to see what signals the fifth dimension inclined crustacean was picking up on the question of Greece leaving the Eurozone.
As Renfield got down to the lab, his friend and fellow employee Amadeus Emanon was already there reading a book recently penned by Michelangelo's creator Dr. Cadbury Rocher. The book was called Psychic Lobsters For Dummies.
Renfield walked over to Michelangelo's tank and tapped on the glass.
"Michelangelo, can you hear me?" Renfield asked through the glass.
The lobster appeared to nod yes and also appeared to be covering his ears with his claws.
"Michelangelo, will Greece leave the Eurozone soon? What do your psychic antennae tell you?" Renfield queried, "If the answer is yes, tap once on the glass. If the answer is no, tap twice on the glass."
Michelangelo tapped once on the glass.
Renfield shouted with glee with his hands in the air, "Yippee! I'm heading down to the betting shop to bet that Greece is leaving the Eurozone soon."
Amadeus watched Renfield leave.
"Oh well," Amadeus sighed, "if Michelangelo turns out to be wrong, at least I'll know what book to buy Renfield for his birthday."
He put aside his copy of Psychic Lobsters For Dummies.
. . .
Meanwhile in her office in Berlin, German Chancellor Angela Merkel was on her laptop.
She had just ordered a book from Amazon called Leaving The Eurozone For Dummies.
She was going to send the book to Greek Prime Minister Alexis Tsipras should the necessity arise.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday June 21st
2015.
Sent from my iPhone
Thursday, June 18, 2015
The Cyborg Octopus: A Poem
The Cyborg Octopus: A Poem
It was an octopus
with metallic hooks for tentacles
and could squeeze the life out of you
and puncture you at the same time
a stitch in time does not save nine
as it had killed 9 people today
as it slithered and made its way.
It had been an octopus once caught
in a net coldly fraught
cast by a mind
not hard to find
a mind thoroughly pragmatic and calculating
scientific progress at all cost was for him the thing
for him to achieve this, he'd stop at nothing.
He caught the octopus and went to the lab
for him beetles four were just not fab
he fed the radioactive Egyptian scarabs to the octopus
and let cosmic nature take its course for this.
The octopus became stronger
yes, not much longer
Then he filled the lab with temperatures cold
so this octopus would not be growing old
Then attached the robotic hooks to the tentacles
while silently laughed a god of pentacles.
And the dying from a fatal disease mad doctor then uploaded his consciousness into the beast
and then emerged from the tank prowling to see on whom he could feast.
Napoleon VI the talking cyborg octopus called himself
A name he chose having helped himself to bits of the Little Corporal's brains on the shelf.
And so on this 200th Anniversary of Waterloo
the state of the human race will soon be through
As Napoleon VI rises from the depths of the very deep and encircles the globe
not having read the encyclical on Climate Change written by Rome's bishop in white robe.
-A horror poem
written by Christopher
Thursday June 18th
2015 on
The 200th Anniversary
of Napoleon's defeat
at the Battle of Waterloo.
Sent from my iPhone
It was an octopus
with metallic hooks for tentacles
and could squeeze the life out of you
and puncture you at the same time
a stitch in time does not save nine
as it had killed 9 people today
as it slithered and made its way.
It had been an octopus once caught
in a net coldly fraught
cast by a mind
not hard to find
a mind thoroughly pragmatic and calculating
scientific progress at all cost was for him the thing
for him to achieve this, he'd stop at nothing.
He caught the octopus and went to the lab
for him beetles four were just not fab
he fed the radioactive Egyptian scarabs to the octopus
and let cosmic nature take its course for this.
The octopus became stronger
yes, not much longer
Then he filled the lab with temperatures cold
so this octopus would not be growing old
Then attached the robotic hooks to the tentacles
while silently laughed a god of pentacles.
And the dying from a fatal disease mad doctor then uploaded his consciousness into the beast
and then emerged from the tank prowling to see on whom he could feast.
Napoleon VI the talking cyborg octopus called himself
A name he chose having helped himself to bits of the Little Corporal's brains on the shelf.
And so on this 200th Anniversary of Waterloo
the state of the human race will soon be through
As Napoleon VI rises from the depths of the very deep and encircles the globe
not having read the encyclical on Climate Change written by Rome's bishop in white robe.
-A horror poem
written by Christopher
Thursday June 18th
2015 on
The 200th Anniversary
of Napoleon's defeat
at the Battle of Waterloo.
Sent from my iPhone
Thursday, June 4, 2015
Return of The Black Hand
Return of The Black Hand
Saudi Arabian soldiers stood guard at the Saudi-Yemeni border.
Saudi Military Intelligence had received information that Shia Houthi rebel troops might try to cross the border from Yemen into Saudi Arabia.
As Saudi troops stood guard at the border, they were oblivious to the fact that a severed charcoal burnt black hand had crossed the border at their very feet.
. . .
An Iranian ship was sailing in the direction of Yemen.
The purpose of the ship, the Iranian government had announced in Tehran, was to carry aid to suffering civilians in Houthi regions of Yemen.
The aid ship was escorted by Iranian naval war ships.
As the convoy neared its destination, one of the warships veered and started sailing off in the direction of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia itself.
The wheel at the helm of the ship was steered by a severed charcoal burnt black hand.
. . .
Bi-location is an alleged psychic or miraculous ability wherein an individual or object is located (or appears to be located) in two distinct places at the same time.
-The American College Dictionary
. . .
Ukrainian President Petro Poroshenko was meeting with a NATO general Gen. Wolfgang Vulkan to discuss the escalating military situation in eastern Ukraine.
In the front of the office as Gen. Vulkan and President Poroshenko talked, in the background on the Ukrainian President's desk a severed charcoal burnt black hand crushed an orange coloured rose in its fingers.
. . .
In the disputed Golan Heights border region that divided Israel from Syria, an Israeli soldier noticed an armoured vehicle approaching the border from the Syrian side.
The vehicle stopped roughly 500 metres from the border itself.
The Israeli soldier was shocked to see that the armoured vehicle flew not the flag of the Arab Republic of Syria but the sinister looking black flag of the ISIS controlled Islamic State.
He was so taken aback by the sight that he did not notice the severed charcoal burnt black hand crossing the border from Syria into the Israeli controlled Golan Heights.
. . .
Multilocation is the term used when an individual or object is located in several distinct places at the same time.
- The American College Dictionary
. . .
A Russian MiG-29 fighter jet buzzed a U.S. warship sailing in the Black Sea.
At the controls of the Russian MiG-29 fighter jet was a severed charcoal burnt black hand.
. . .
For information on the origins of this mysterious black hand, please read the following:
https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2014/04/25/the-black-hand/
. . .
At the teller's booth at this particular bank in Athens, Greece, the teller was handed a handwritten note in which the writer said he wished to withdraw all his money from his account.
The teller was not surprised as there had been several account closures this past month over customer fears that the Greek government would default on its debt.
He was surprised when he looked up and saw not a person standing there but a severed charcoal burnt black hand on the counter holding an antique quill pen in its fingers.
The clerk decided to skip asking for the customary ID.
As #1, the clerk correctly guessed that the black hand probably did not have any.
And #2, he had the queasy feeling that it would probably prove somewhat hazardous to his health if he refused to grant the black hand's request.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday June 4th
2015.
Sent from my iPhone
Saudi Arabian soldiers stood guard at the Saudi-Yemeni border.
Saudi Military Intelligence had received information that Shia Houthi rebel troops might try to cross the border from Yemen into Saudi Arabia.
As Saudi troops stood guard at the border, they were oblivious to the fact that a severed charcoal burnt black hand had crossed the border at their very feet.
. . .
An Iranian ship was sailing in the direction of Yemen.
The purpose of the ship, the Iranian government had announced in Tehran, was to carry aid to suffering civilians in Houthi regions of Yemen.
The aid ship was escorted by Iranian naval war ships.
As the convoy neared its destination, one of the warships veered and started sailing off in the direction of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia itself.
The wheel at the helm of the ship was steered by a severed charcoal burnt black hand.
. . .
Bi-location is an alleged psychic or miraculous ability wherein an individual or object is located (or appears to be located) in two distinct places at the same time.
-The American College Dictionary
. . .
Ukrainian President Petro Poroshenko was meeting with a NATO general Gen. Wolfgang Vulkan to discuss the escalating military situation in eastern Ukraine.
In the front of the office as Gen. Vulkan and President Poroshenko talked, in the background on the Ukrainian President's desk a severed charcoal burnt black hand crushed an orange coloured rose in its fingers.
. . .
In the disputed Golan Heights border region that divided Israel from Syria, an Israeli soldier noticed an armoured vehicle approaching the border from the Syrian side.
The vehicle stopped roughly 500 metres from the border itself.
The Israeli soldier was shocked to see that the armoured vehicle flew not the flag of the Arab Republic of Syria but the sinister looking black flag of the ISIS controlled Islamic State.
He was so taken aback by the sight that he did not notice the severed charcoal burnt black hand crossing the border from Syria into the Israeli controlled Golan Heights.
. . .
Multilocation is the term used when an individual or object is located in several distinct places at the same time.
- The American College Dictionary
. . .
A Russian MiG-29 fighter jet buzzed a U.S. warship sailing in the Black Sea.
At the controls of the Russian MiG-29 fighter jet was a severed charcoal burnt black hand.
. . .
For information on the origins of this mysterious black hand, please read the following:
https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2014/04/25/the-black-hand/
. . .
At the teller's booth at this particular bank in Athens, Greece, the teller was handed a handwritten note in which the writer said he wished to withdraw all his money from his account.
The teller was not surprised as there had been several account closures this past month over customer fears that the Greek government would default on its debt.
He was surprised when he looked up and saw not a person standing there but a severed charcoal burnt black hand on the counter holding an antique quill pen in its fingers.
The clerk decided to skip asking for the customary ID.
As #1, the clerk correctly guessed that the black hand probably did not have any.
And #2, he had the queasy feeling that it would probably prove somewhat hazardous to his health if he refused to grant the black hand's request.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday June 4th
2015.
Sent from my iPhone
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Caitlyn Jenner and Magog Rhys Petley
Caitlyn Jenner and Magog Rhys Petley
Welsh werewolf British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley (fresh from his narrow election victory over the Welsh Vampiress Morgana of the British Transhumanist Techno-Progressive Anti-Bio Conservative Party in the constituency of Newbridge in Wales in the recent British general election) was in the City of Los Angeles to give a guest speech at a gala dinner calling for Los Angeles City Council to pass a measure to increase the minimum wage to $15 an hour.
The Los Angeles City Council had voted 13-1 today to hike the city's minimum wage to $15 per hour by 2020 but since the vote was not unanimous, the matter would come back for a final vote next Wednesday.
The next vote only required a majority and need not be unanimous.
Supporters of the bill were hoping that by bringing in a British politician to speak in favour of the measure (albeit an unknown British politician in this country), this would seal the deal since as the best of PBS programming constantly reminded Americans, it's so cool to be British.
Magog sat at a table as the gala guests arrived.
He read over his speech.
He wondered how starting with a quote from the Greek philosopher Empedocles would go over with an American audience.
Magog sipped from his glass of buttermilk.
Magog often drank buttermilk because there was an ingredient in buttermilk that served as an antidote to the particular variety of lycanthropy he suffered from and prevented his turning into a werewolf.
Often when buttermilk had been unavailable prior to his giving a speech, the result was often a social mishap of gargantuan proportions- a raving, snarling and howling failure.
"Buttermilk?" A beautiful woman in an elegant evening gown sat at the table across from him, "Don't you drink anything stronger than that?
"Usually," Magog replied, "but I have to give a speech later on."
"I know what you mean," the woman smiled, "my stepdaughter and stepson-in-law often get into trouble for saying outrageous things in public and they don't even need alcohol to bring it on."
"Really? Stepchildren?" Magog looked disappointed, "you mean to say you're married?".
"Oh yes, I'm married," the woman smiled, "I'm married and I'm also 65."
"65? Really?" Magog looked shocked.
The woman must use Oil of Olay, the Welsh werewolf British Labour MP thought to himself.
"I've been listening to your accent," the woman played with one of her earrings, "Are you English?",
"Welsh," Magog snarled angrily.
"Oh, I'm sorry," the woman looked apologetic, "I know what it's like when people don't take you for who you truly are."
"Magog Rhys Petley," the British Labour MP extended his hand.
"Caitlyn Jenner," the woman extended her hand.
The two shook hands.
"Oh, excuse me a second," Caitlyn stood up, "I see trouble brewing. My stepdaughter just broke someone's iPad with her rear end as she was bending over to pick her purse up off the floor."
"Really?" Magog looked astonished, "That's unusual."
"Of course I broke the entire Internet recently myself when I got the most number of Twitter followers in the least number of hours," the woman smiled, adjusted her hair and ran off in the direction of the sudden commotion in the hall.
Magog looked in that direction.
He noticed a man- the man looked familiar for some reason (Magog put on his spectacles to take a closer look and thought the man was quite possibly a singer) - shouting at another man and saying, "My wife has the best rear end of all time. The best rear end of all time!" to which the man with the broken iPad replied, "You're a jack ass!".
Magog decided to go to the washroom to comb his hair and beard before he was called upon to give his speech.
Twitter eh?
He had been told by some of his parliamentary colleagues as well as members of his constituency and campaign staffs that he should really get a Twitter account himself and start tweeting.
Several politicians these days did have Twitter accounts.
Mikheil Saakashvili the new governor of Ukraine's Odessa region (and former President of the Republic of Georgia) and Russian Foreign Minister Sergey Lavrov had recently been using their respective Twitter accounts to exchange personal insults with one another.
Magog was unsure about whether he should start a Twitter account.
After all, it was rather difficult to reduce his hero and idol Karl Marx's economic theories of history to a mere 140 characters.
Magog entered the washroom.
As he looked at himself in the mirror while he combed his hair and beard, he recalled something that woman Caitlyn Jenner had said to him about being true to who you really are.
Who was he really? Magog thought about himself.
Man?
Or wolf?
Man, I guess, he thought to himself.
After all, literal wolves probably weren't allowed to sit as MPs in the British House of Commons.
At least not yet anyways.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday June 3rd
2015.
Sent from my iPhone
Welsh werewolf British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley (fresh from his narrow election victory over the Welsh Vampiress Morgana of the British Transhumanist Techno-Progressive Anti-Bio Conservative Party in the constituency of Newbridge in Wales in the recent British general election) was in the City of Los Angeles to give a guest speech at a gala dinner calling for Los Angeles City Council to pass a measure to increase the minimum wage to $15 an hour.
The Los Angeles City Council had voted 13-1 today to hike the city's minimum wage to $15 per hour by 2020 but since the vote was not unanimous, the matter would come back for a final vote next Wednesday.
The next vote only required a majority and need not be unanimous.
Supporters of the bill were hoping that by bringing in a British politician to speak in favour of the measure (albeit an unknown British politician in this country), this would seal the deal since as the best of PBS programming constantly reminded Americans, it's so cool to be British.
Magog sat at a table as the gala guests arrived.
He read over his speech.
He wondered how starting with a quote from the Greek philosopher Empedocles would go over with an American audience.
Magog sipped from his glass of buttermilk.
Magog often drank buttermilk because there was an ingredient in buttermilk that served as an antidote to the particular variety of lycanthropy he suffered from and prevented his turning into a werewolf.
Often when buttermilk had been unavailable prior to his giving a speech, the result was often a social mishap of gargantuan proportions- a raving, snarling and howling failure.
"Buttermilk?" A beautiful woman in an elegant evening gown sat at the table across from him, "Don't you drink anything stronger than that?
"Usually," Magog replied, "but I have to give a speech later on."
"I know what you mean," the woman smiled, "my stepdaughter and stepson-in-law often get into trouble for saying outrageous things in public and they don't even need alcohol to bring it on."
"Really? Stepchildren?" Magog looked disappointed, "you mean to say you're married?".
"Oh yes, I'm married," the woman smiled, "I'm married and I'm also 65."
"65? Really?" Magog looked shocked.
The woman must use Oil of Olay, the Welsh werewolf British Labour MP thought to himself.
"I've been listening to your accent," the woman played with one of her earrings, "Are you English?",
"Welsh," Magog snarled angrily.
"Oh, I'm sorry," the woman looked apologetic, "I know what it's like when people don't take you for who you truly are."
"Magog Rhys Petley," the British Labour MP extended his hand.
"Caitlyn Jenner," the woman extended her hand.
The two shook hands.
"Oh, excuse me a second," Caitlyn stood up, "I see trouble brewing. My stepdaughter just broke someone's iPad with her rear end as she was bending over to pick her purse up off the floor."
"Really?" Magog looked astonished, "That's unusual."
"Of course I broke the entire Internet recently myself when I got the most number of Twitter followers in the least number of hours," the woman smiled, adjusted her hair and ran off in the direction of the sudden commotion in the hall.
Magog looked in that direction.
He noticed a man- the man looked familiar for some reason (Magog put on his spectacles to take a closer look and thought the man was quite possibly a singer) - shouting at another man and saying, "My wife has the best rear end of all time. The best rear end of all time!" to which the man with the broken iPad replied, "You're a jack ass!".
Magog decided to go to the washroom to comb his hair and beard before he was called upon to give his speech.
Twitter eh?
He had been told by some of his parliamentary colleagues as well as members of his constituency and campaign staffs that he should really get a Twitter account himself and start tweeting.
Several politicians these days did have Twitter accounts.
Mikheil Saakashvili the new governor of Ukraine's Odessa region (and former President of the Republic of Georgia) and Russian Foreign Minister Sergey Lavrov had recently been using their respective Twitter accounts to exchange personal insults with one another.
Magog was unsure about whether he should start a Twitter account.
After all, it was rather difficult to reduce his hero and idol Karl Marx's economic theories of history to a mere 140 characters.
Magog entered the washroom.
As he looked at himself in the mirror while he combed his hair and beard, he recalled something that woman Caitlyn Jenner had said to him about being true to who you really are.
Who was he really? Magog thought about himself.
Man?
Or wolf?
Man, I guess, he thought to himself.
After all, literal wolves probably weren't allowed to sit as MPs in the British House of Commons.
At least not yet anyways.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday June 3rd
2015.
Sent from my iPhone
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