The Universe Is Unfolding (Possibly Not As It Should)

The Universe Is Unfolding (Possibly Not As It Should)


Dr. Cadbury Rocher was in the Set Enterprises lab doing some Prognostication experiments with Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster.

He was seeing what results would come out of this year's Oscars.


On the computer screen, Dr. Rocher was viewing what Michelangelo was viewing through his prophetic lobster antennae which were hooked up to the computer.

Host of this Year's Oscars (on stage) : Well I see by the number of people wearing white hoods and white robes and by the number of flaming burning crosses outside the auditorium, we've got a different sort of crowd at this year's Oscars...


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Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell the Executive Vice-President of Aulos Music and Recording Ltd. in London was petting his Siamese cat Oysterella and wondering what he should do now after receiving the latest memo from his higher-ups the Board of Directors of the Company.


The Board of Directors of his Company were demanding that he find the next big music superstar pronto or he'd be finding himself in line at the Unemployment office.

"Oh dear Oysterella," the Music Exec sighed, "where am I going to find the next big music superstar?".
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Although Amadeus Emanon was quite fond of most varieties of food, he had been a teetotaler in his drinking habits for most of his life.


But after a recent conversation with his good friend the New Orleans vampiress and songstress Angelique Dumont, he had decided to become the next big thing to hit the arts.


As such he had purchased a dozen bottles of absinthe since he had heard that absinthe had served as an inspirational muse for great writers such as Ernest Hemingway, Charles Baudelaire and Oscar Wilde and great artists such as Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec and Amedeo Modigliani.


As Michelangelo sputtered and asked for Viagra in lobstertalk in his lobster tank as he psychically picked up the name Modigliani from Amadeus' thoughts and immediately thought of Sherrielock Holmes, Amadeus meanwhile lay at the bottom of the stairs after finishing off his dozenth bottle of absinthe.


"The follies of drunkenness," Renfield remarked as he stepped over the dozing Amadeus at the bottom of the stairs.

When he reached the top of the stairs, he looked down at the sleeping Amadeus.

"I wonder what evil influences Amadeus has fallen under," Renfield asked himself as he sipped from his 24th bottle of bourbon this night.
He went into his bedroom and used his Find-Yourself-A-Hooker app on his smart phone to do just that.


-A vampire novel chapter
  written by Christopher
  Wednesday January 20th
  2016.