Turning and Turning In The Widening Gyre

Turning And Turning In The Widening Gyre


Renfield R. Renfield and Amadeus Emanon were in the living room of the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set's colossal London mansion watching the BBC World News on television.

Said the announcer, "A woman who was smuggling a half pound of cocaine in her vagina through New York's John F. Kennedy International Airport has been arrested..."


"Wow," said Renfield, "that gives a whole new meaning to the term... crack cocaine."


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The secret service agent was on his smart phone to a police buddy of his in New York.

Said his police buddy on the line, "And before you know it, that little pussy was singing like a canary..."

"Things go better with Coke," a radio commercial played in the background.


New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie was positively beaming as he stood behind Donald Trump up on the platform having just given his endorsement.

Thought Christie to himself, "I do hope now that the Donald will return the favour and name me his running mate..."




Meanwhile back in New York, an airport drug sniffing dog was now having the mother of all orgasms.

"Oh God," said his handler, "I'm really going to have to wash my leg thoroughly when I get home. Never have I seen Bruno so excited..."


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Former Soviet President Mikhail Gorbachev was in his apartment looking at photos of former U.S. President Ronald Reagan and the late Pope John Paul II.


"Those were the days when truly great men walked the earth," Gorbachev mused aloud, "when despite our differences we did try to make this world a better place to live in- for ourselves and the generations that would come after us."


He glanced over at newspaper clippings on the clipping board above his granddaughter's desk showing today's current crop of world leaders.

On his granddaughter's empty chair was a sign that said OUT TO LUNCH.


On the television screen, images of more casualties in Syria despite the purported ceasefire.


And even more mysteriously on the ground crawling over the dead bodies was a sinister looking charcoal burnt Black Hand.




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-A vampire novel chapter
 written by Christopher
 Friday February 26th
 2016.