The 3 Goth Witches From MacBeth, Night Wolves and Renfield R. Renfield

July 31, 2018 at 10:59 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

The 3 Goth Witches From MacBeth, Night Wolves and Renfield R. Renfield

Panty Goatee was disguised as a blue haired devil and had been sent by newly sworn in (and often sworn at) British Prime Minister Renfield R. Renfield on a Christmas 🎄 mission to assassinate Russian President Vladimir Putin who was taking a horse sleigh ride through Moscow’s Gorky Park.

Such was the vision that Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster received from the future on his psychic lobster antennae in his aquarium at Set Enterprises.

Meanwhile future British Prime Minister Renfield R. Renfield was currently visiting the Central European republic of Slovakia 🇸🇰.

He was riding a motorcycle 🏍 driven by Polish vampiress Annaka Wyszynski.

They were heading in the direction of Dolna Krupa a village 70 kilometres (44 miles) from the Slovak capital of Bratislava.

The village (a former military base) was now the European Headquarters of the Night Wolves a Russian 🇷🇺 ultranationalist biker gang with close ties to Russian President Vladimir Putin.

The Night Wolves of Dolna Krupa were about to answer for the Novichok nerve agent caused death of British citizen Dawn Sturgess in a direct message that the future British Prime Minister Renfield R. Renfield was sending to Russian President Vladimir Putin.

If it had been a U.S. citizen who had died as a result of a Novichok caused poisoning, Donald Trump might have fired off an angry tweet about it but then proceed to kiss Vladimir Putin’s ass at the next summit meeting between the two leaders.

Renfield R. Renfield however was cut from a different cloth as the 3 Fates of Greek mythology could definitely attest to.

The Three Goth Witches in a Ghost of Orson Welles directed new European production of MacBeth could attest to that as well.

The Three Goth Witches (who coincidentally were in fact the three witches who had actually met and greeted the original historical MacBeth and predicted his fate and destiny- they were immortal- being the actual daughters of Hecate the Greek goddess of witchcraft (when she was in her beautiful sensuous and sexy young maiden form) and the Greek god Apollo (when he was in his horny young male god emulating his horny father Zeus form) were standing on a hill watching Renfield and the Polish vampiress approach the Night Wolves 🐺 biker gang base at Dolna Krupa.

Said the witches as the moon of the planet Nibiru rose behind them,

“When shall we three meet again,
in thunder, lightning or in rain?
When Putin’s loss is Renfield’s gain
there to meet with Renfield after
Night Wolves have been struck
and slain…”

Renfield entered the base where the Night Wolves were currently at prayer.

The Night Wolves were kneeling on the floor with their foreheads touching the ground and their bums sticking up in the air.

They were praying in a northeasterly direction – in the direction of Moscow.

They were praying before huge painted icons of the late Soviet dictator Josef Stalin and current Russian President Vladimir Putin.

The call to prayer was being howled by Russian she-wolf werewolf Alexandra Goreszhenitsyn in her lupine wolf form.

As Renfield saw all the Night Wolves’ bums stuck up in the air like an invitation to Baphomet on a night when he was feeling happy and gay, he remarked to Polish vampiress Annaka Wyszynski, “It’s a Recep Tayyip Erdogan Ottoman Turkish prison guards’ paradise.”

Renfield then pulled an Uzi submachine gun out of his pocket and blew all the Night Wolves to kingdom come.

666 Night Wolves were dead in all.

The only one who managed to escape was she-wolf werewolf Alexandra Goreszhenitsyn and that was because Renfield was using gold bullets not silver bullets.

“I hope you managed to capture all that on film,” Renfield said to the ghost of Orson Welles as the spectre of the enormous directing talent directed the lighting and camera crews filming the mass shooting.

“I did,” Welles smiled.

“Good,” Renfield grinned, “Upload it to YouTube and at the end of the film credits, don’t forget to put in Russian “Go fuck yourself, Vladimir Putin you degenerate son of a motherless goat 🐐 “ and don’t forget to sign it, “Yours respectfully, Renfield R. Renfield.”

Renfield then left the Night Wolves auditorium where he was approached by the 3 Goth Witches of MacBeth who made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.

When Renfield had pulled the Uzi out of his pocket, he had dropped and left an autographed photo of leather skirted dominatrix Sherrielock Holmes on the floor.

The ghost of Orson Welles picked it up.

He had once shot a film scene with Sherrielock Holmes back in the mid-1950s.

British dominatrix Sherrielock Holmes (the quite literally immortal and eternally young twin sister of detective Sherlock Holmes) wearing a cocktail dress and appearing in a film scene directed by genius director Orson Welles back in the mid-1950s.

It was a brief clip he showed to a big Hollywood film tycoon and producer in hopes that Welles could get money and financial backing from the producer for a film he was intending to make about Sherrielock Holmes.

Alas for poor Orson Welles, the request was denied.

For back in the 1950s…

… Disney was not yet prepared to make a family film about the BDSM lifestyle.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday July 31st
2018.

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Pan Goatee and The Origins of The Name Jack The Ripper

July 30, 2018 at 10:24 pm (Aesthetics, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Philosophy, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Pan Goatee and The Origins of The Name Jack The Ripper

Satyr serial killer and DARPA contract assassin Pan Goatee was just leaving the bank when an ugly woman stepped in front of him.

He immediately beheaded her with his astral laser machete.

“Haven’t you heard the saying Beauty before ugliness, bitch?” Pan Goatee exclaimed before kicking the ugly woman’s head out into the parking lot.

He then walked down the sidewalk from the bank’s entrance to the mall’s main entrance.

As he walked through the doors, a beautiful woman standing there asked him, “My God but aren’t you the America’s Got Talent magician Aaron Crow?”.

Pan Goatee replied by looking like he was talking in sign language with his hands.

Then he smiled, “Just kidding. I’m actually Pan Goatee – satyr serial killer Extraordinaire, DARPA contract assassin Extraordinaire and the 21st Century’s leading Philosopher in the field of Aesthetics having just written a best selling book To Seek A More Beautiful World. You may have heard my great quote Some men see nightmares as they are and ask why? Others grab a machete and with beheadings end them.”

“You certainly look like Aaron Crow,” the beautiful woman asked for his autograph.

“So I’ve been told,” Pan Goatee smiled as he signed her wonderful knocker of a right breast that she whipped out from her blouse 👚, “That’s why numerous feminists boycott his magic shows. And why the Hillarybeast pledged to deport him back to Belgium 🇧🇪 his birthplace during the 2016 Presidential campaign and why she also promised to slap on a 666% tariff on Belgian waffles.”

“I love Belgian waffles,” the beautiful woman smiled as she orgasmed in her panties and turned her black mini skirt a creamy white colour.

“So do I,” Pan Goatee smiled as he orgasmed in his boxer shorts and showed a white lava pouring out of the volcano 🌋 on his Hawaiian scenery depicted boxers.

Pan Goatee then walked down the mall hallway when another ugly woman stepped in front of him.

Pan Goatee likewise beheaded her.

“God, you’re rude,” Pan Goatee said as he kicked the head into a Western Union money transfer chain franchise in the mall where radical Islamist imams transferred money to ISIS in the Middle East, “were you born and raised in a barn? I guess if you’re as ugly as you are, you probably were.”

Goatee then rounded another corner where he came face to face with another ugly woman.

He likewise beheaded her.

“Well, there goes my lunch,” Pan remarked as he vomited 🤮 all over the place even though he hadn’t yet eaten lunch.

He did however upchuck 🤮 his anti-psychotic medication (which didn’t seem to be working and never had).

On his way home, he came across two fat ugly blimps getting off the bus.

He likewise beheaded them.

“Who let the dogs out?” Pan Goatee quoted that old song.

. . .

And on the subject of serial killers, British Transhumanist MP Renfield R. Renfield had been invited to speak to the London Ripperology Society (a society dedicated to the study of Jack The Ripper) on a topic of his own choice.

The Ripperologists filed in and during Renfield’s lecture, they were absolutely shocked by what he had to say.

The poster he presented on the screen at the end of his lecture summed up the theme of his talk:

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday July 30th
2018.

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The Welsh Vampiress Morgana Encounters Dracul In A London Cemetery

July 29, 2018 at 10:43 pm (Entertainment, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, painting, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

The Welsh Vampiress Morgana Encounters Dracul In A London Cemetery

The Welsh Vampiress Morgana was waiting for Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing in a London cemetery.

The British Transhumanist MP for the constituency of Newbridge in Wales 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 was trying to track down the location of the Ring of Solomon in Israel on behalf of the British government and Set Enterprises.

The Ring of Solomon was the ring that Israel’s King Solomon used to control both demons and djinn 🧞‍♀️ 🧞‍♂️ to help him build a Temple to God in Jerusalem.

It had been found in Jerusalem back on December 11th 1917 when British General Edmund Allenby captured the city from the Ottoman Turks.

Allenby had ordered the ring hidden.

He had the location of the ring hidden in code in an oil painting that Allenby had commissioned be painted of his good friend the late Sir Simon Baskerville after the British spymaster’s assassination by Intelligence agents of the German Kaiser.

The oil painting had stood in plain view in the abandoned halls of Baskerville Hall until this past Saturday.

Baskerville Hall was currently owned by London art gallery dealer Dashwood Forrest.

Morgana had got her good friend the maker of Britain’s best frozen steak and kidney pie dinners millionaire Sir Rodney Fahrenham to purchase the painting from Forrest.

Forrest had gone to the Baskerville Hall estate in Devon yesterday to pick up the painting of Sir Simon Baskerville.

And there in the empty frame where the portrait had been- stood- Allatallahbel the Vampiress Priestess of Baal- the vampiress who along with the Vampiric Knights-Templar had been secretly controlling the Vatican since October 13th of last year.

Allatallahbel had flashed a wicked vampiress smile – bearing her vampiric incisors at the Oscar Wilde admiring flamboyant London art gallery dealer.

An astral projected image of a talking otter (who was vigorously holding a bottle of bourbon in one of his flippers) that was being astral projected by DARPA headquarters in the U.S. urged Dashwood to “Run, Forrest, run.”

The talking otter need say no more (and indeed he didn’t- for he immediately started drinking from the bottle of bourbon).

Forrest ran as fast as his legs could carry him.

While the halls of Baskerville Hall rang out with the sinister vampiress laughter of Allatallahbel.

Beneath the great majestic staircase of Baskerville Hall, The Vampiric Knights-Templar stood like choir boys and sang,

“Deck the halls with laughs of vampiress- fang-la-la-la-la…”

Morgana had contacted Dracul Van Helsing for advice on how to get the portrait painting of Sir Simon Baskerville back from Allatallahbel and the Vampiric Knights-Templar.

Dracul Van Helsing approached the Welsh Vampiress Morgana.

He was stark naked.

For he had been drinking bottles of Coca-Cola all afternoon and was quite over caffeinated.

As such, he had forgot to put any clothes on.

Furious, Morgana ordered Dracul to lie across her skirted and silk pantyhose lap as she sat on a gravestone and then pulled out a large wooden hairbrush that she used to give the vampire hunter a spanking he’d never forget.

When she had finished, Dracul mounted Morgana and made wild passionate love to her.

The Hindu god Shiva had been walking by the cemetery with his wife Kali at the time.

Both deities were in London attending the grand opening of London’s latest world class curry 🍛 restaurant serving the best Indian food outside India.

As Dracul and Morgana both came, Shiva remarked to Kali, “That’s the greatest explosion 💥 I’ve seen since Dr. J. Robert Oppenheimer detonated the first atomic bomb at the Trinity test in New Mexico on July 16th 1945 and quoted the Bhagavad Gita, “Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.” “

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday July 29th
2018.

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The Hall of The Baskervilles: A Poem

July 28, 2018 at 9:44 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, Poetry, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

The Hall of The Baskervilles: A Poem

The hall of the Baskervilles stands empty now
Only living creature seen is a neighbour’s stray cow
It’s been over a century since Sherlock Holmes cracked the case
of this spectral hound who lacked amazing grace
Sir Henry Baskerville has taken Mrs. Stapleton for his bride
as Holmes and Watson left the moor in a carriage ride
Sir Henry and his wife only had one son
An only child- Simon full of spark and fun

During the Great War, Simon Baskerville served as a spy
He arranged the fall of Zeppelins from the sky
So great and masterful a spy was he
pissing off the High Command of Germany
Kaiser Wilhelm II personally ordered his death
“This last Baskerville must soon be devoid of breath”
And so the order went out to German Intelligence Agent Count von Klamp
A man who dated a sexy Valkyrie vamp
He sent the vamp to England fair
This vampiress with Aryan blonde hair
She seduced Simon on a dark and stormy night
The kind that gives Bulwer-Lytton’s prose a fright
And Simon had from his body every ounce of his manly blood drained
While outside the thunder roared as storm clouds rained

Simon was knighted posthumously
by George V in full ceremony
Count von Klamp attended the funeral knighting in disguise
while the Valkyrie wore dark glasses over her eyes

Today Baskerville Hall stands deserted and desolate
Preservation efforts made quite the mess of it
On some nights locals say the demonic hound can still be seen
Devil’s hound instead of God’s Lamb in Devon’s pastures green

And in the empty Baskerville Hall
Dashwood Forrest walked examining the wall
He was looking for a portrait painting of Sir Simon
He had a buyer a millionaire Steak Kidney 🥧 pie man

He came to the place on the wall it was supposed to be
And there stood Allatallahbel in all her vampiress glory

Allatallahbel the Vampiress Priestess of Baal standing in front of an empty portrait picture frame in Baskerville Hall

-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday July 28th
2018.

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Night of The Blood Red Moon

July 27, 2018 at 11:00 pm (Avatar Speaks, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Night of The Blood Red Moon

The Greek Goddess Hera

“Go forth, Hermes,” Hera commanded, “and ask the Pythian sibyl high priestess of Apollo at Delphi what shall be the first sign marking the beginning of the age of sorrows that shall commence in the 2nd Coming of the Holy One born in Bethlehem of Judea.”

Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster woke up screeching in his aquarium when he heard the Pythia’s response to Hermes’ question.

. . .

Dr. Faustus Imhotep the acting head of DARPA shifted on his feet uncomfortably outside the Oval Bathroom 🚽 of the White House as Donald Trump was having a bowel movement inside and firing off the latest DARPA secret weapon – a cruise tweet- at the entire political and military leadership of Iran.

The U.S. leader then checked his incoming tweets.

“What?” The Donald cried, “Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdogan just told me to go fuck myself because I demanded the release of American pastor Andrew Brunson from one of those sodomite Turkish prisons where the Turkish guards have a field day. I can’t do that to myself. It isn’t long enough for one thing…”

. . .

Dr. Cadbury Rocher was examining the work of Israeli scientist Saul Kullok.

Kullok had been examining the work of British scientist Sir Isaac Newton.

Newton had apparently studied the entire Old Testament in the original Hebrew and in his book The Chronology of Ancient Kingdoms published in 1728 a year after Newton’s death in 1727, Kullok had noticed that Newton had inserted his own detailed drawings of Solomon’s original Temple in Chapter V of the Book.

Newton in the Book claimed that Solomon’s Temple was a building whose dimensions corresponded to the measurements of the cosmos and the building was constructed in an architectural code that precisely detailed the mathematical measurements of the universe.

Dr. Rocher did not know what to think of either Kullok’s or Newton’s work as he turned off his laptop where he had been reading Kullok’s essays.

However Dr. Rocher had used Newton’s detailed drawings of Solomon’s Temple to program his 3-D laser printer to print an exact replica model (on a smaller scale of course) of the original First Temple for the Temple Mount Faithful an organization in Israel seeking to build the Third Temple.

As Dr. Cadbury Rocher was about to leave his office at the Set Enterprises lab as he heard the shrieks of Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster coming from his aquarium, he got a phone call on his smart phone.

It was from his boss the London based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set’s archenemy the Paris-based billionaire ancient Egyptian Vampiress Isis.

She was phoning to discuss the building of the Third Temple in Jerusalem of all things.

. . .

Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau had just inhaled a whiff of marijuana smoke that was exhaled by Strawberry Fields Forever (which was the name of his genetically created pot smoking cactus 🌵 plant).

As such, Justin to his horror saw the ET gray Gali-Gula that he always saw whenever he inhaled pot smoke.

“So tell me, Gali,” Justin said as he looked up through the glass ceiling of his plant greenhouse for signs of the blood red moon 🌚, “who is your planet Nibiru’s greatest scientist?”.

Justin had been recalling earlier in the day how when Canada’s asshole then Prime Minister Brian Mulroney had announced his retirement, the Israeli government had awarded him the Israeli National Science and Technology Medal.

“Nibiru’s greatest scientist is Pythagogorgosaurus,” Gali-Gula replied.

“Has he recently communicated with earth?” Justin asked as he started to whistle the tune to the old Beatles song Strawberry Fields Forever.

“The last time he communicated with Earth was when he received a laser message from a glowing white globe that was sent into outer space by Donald Trump and Saudi Crown Prince Mohammad bin Salman,” Gali-Gula answered.

“Really?” Justin answered as he fell face forward into the bush of Alberta Wild Roses inside his greenhouse and started to sing, “Hey Jude, don’t ask me why. Sing a sad song and make it better…”

. . .

The blood red moon over Athens:

Hera to Apollo (as they stood underneath their respective statues): “And so rises the sign foretold by your high priestess…”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday July 27th
2018.

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Games of War and Peace

July 26, 2018 at 9:24 pm (Avatar Speaks, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , )

Games of War and Peace

Iranian Major-General Qassem Soleimani the commander of the Quds Force of Iran’s elite Revolutionary Guards responded to Donald Trump’s all caps tweet of a few days before in which he threatened Iran 🇮🇷.

Said Soleimani, “If you begin the war, we will end the war.”

He added, “We are near you, where you can’t even imagine.”

“What do you suppose Soleimani meant by that?” Amadeus Emanon asked his good friend British MP Renfield R. Renfield.

“There are Iranian soldiers across the border over in Mexico 🇲🇽,” Renfield replied.

“Really?” Amadeus was shocked.

“Yes and they won’t be stopped by any wall,” Renfield broke some bricks with his bare hands in a martial arts manoeuvre.

“Wow,” Amadeus was trying to fathom all this.

“Plus there are also Iranian troops in Venezuela 🇻🇪,” Renfield played the Harry Belafonte song Matilda on his iPhone.

“There are?” Amadeus was again shocked.

“Yes, along with the nuclear weapons that the Iranians hid from the International Atomic Energy Agency inspection teams,” Renfield started playing the James Bond movie theme song For Your Eyes Only on his iPhone.

“Do the U.S. Intelligence agencies know about this?” Amadeus asked.

“Probably not,” Renfield played the Monty Python song How Sweet To Be An Idiot on his accordion, “they’re too busy investigating the possibility that it was Russian interference in the 2016 election that was responsible for the Hillarybeast’s defeat.”

“You don’t think it was?” Amadeus raised an eyebrow.

“No, one thing about the left wing liberal bozos that make up America’s media and cultural elites, they don’t seem to know and understand much history,” Renfield played the theme song from the movie Gone With The Wind on his accordion, “if they did they’d realize that in really troubled economic times (as has existed in America since the global financial crash of 2008 and as existed in Germany in the days of the Weimar Republic), the vast majority of the working class are always going to prefer a populist demagogue that appeals to their fears rather than some spoiled brat stuck-up wealthy condescending liberal elitist who’ll throw a few bread crumb expensive social programs in their direction but really do nothing to alleviate the causes of their economic misery. Hence probably the reason why Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster and I were the only ones to predict a Trump win even while The New York Times, The Washington Post and CNN were touting how far behind in the opinion polls Trump was behind the Hillarybeast.”

The ghost of Orson Welles who was eavesdropping on the conversation agreed with Renfield’s assessment
and commented, “This explains my unpopularity with most of Hollywood’s establishment who were and are liberal Democrats. I was one of the few New Deal liberal Democrats around who actually knew, loved and understood history. Therefore they despised me.”

. . .

Greek Prime Minister Alexis Tsipras was struggling with the aftermath of the Greek wildfires (that were most likely deliberately set) and now massive flooding had hit Greece 🇬🇷.

When Tsipras opened the door of his office, he was startled to see a woman standing there.

The woman was the ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith who was sporting a new necklace.

“Good evening, Mr. Tsipras,” she smiled her vampiric incisors at him, “Do come closer and embrace me. A closer look and feel of my new necklace, perhaps?”.

The Vampiress Lilith sporting a new necklace

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday July 26th
2018.

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3 Hours of Darkness Over Arctic Russian Siberia

July 25, 2018 at 10:39 pm (Aesthetics, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

3 Hours of Darkness Over Arctic Russian Siberia

“Well, I’ve arrived back from Oxford,” British MP Renfield R. Renfield announced to his friend Amadeus Emanon as he walked through the front door of the colossal West London mansion of the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set where the Transhumanist parliamentarian lived.

He had a huge smile on his face as he walked through the door.

A week of blow jobs delivered by a group of sexy beautiful young female coeds at Oxford will do that to a guy.

“Did you hear about the 3 hours of total darkness over Russian Arctic Siberia in Siberia’s far north in the Russian republic of Yakutia (also called Sakha) last Friday July 20th?” Amadeus asked between mouthfuls of hot dogs 🌭.

“I heard about that while watching the BBC News App on my smart phone between mouthfuls of Desiderata performing oral healing and Lana performing oral healing,” Renfield replied with a smile 😀 brighter than the moon.

“What do you think caused that?” Amadeus asked as he spilled mustard, relish and ketchup all over his white dress shirt.

“Well, what I was told last Tuesday July 17th at Oxford in their safety deposit box room in their Archives might explain it,” Renfield blew his nose into his handkerchief emblazoned with the Whore of Babylon on it.

“And what were you told in that room?” Amadeus asked as he proceeded to wolf down 20 more hot dogs 🌭 despite the abstract painting the hot dog ingredients were now painting 🎨 on his white dress shirt.

“I’m sorry, I’m under oath not to reveal it,” Renfield replied.

“Shit, what a bummer!” Amadeus remarked as Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster had another vision of the Donald Trump-Vladimir Putin meeting as he meditated while performing yoga 🧘‍♀️ in his aquarium at the Set Enterprises lab 🔬.

. . .

As Pan Goatee was in the City of Calgary assassinating more of Justin Trudeau’s supporters in the city on orders of DARPA’s acting head Dr. Faustus Imhotep as well as someone at the highest levels of the U.S. government, he was in a McDonald’s restaurant to try their new Australian 🇦🇺 Egg and Cheese Burger as part of their summer International Cuisine Menu.

It was then that he saw two ugly women sitting with some loser of a guy in a booth at the back of the restaurant.

One was a fat ugly blimp so Pan Goatee beheaded her first.

He then beheaded the thin ugly woman who was obviously visiting the city from out of town.

As for the loser male who was dating both women in the greatest horror film ménage a trois of all time, Pan Goatee pulled out a gun and blew his head off.

Pan returned to the front counter and cash register up front as a Rihanna lookalike wearing a short skirt walked through the front door and stood in line.

“Tie me kangaroo down, sport,” Pan Goatee happily sang as he picked up his Australian Egg and Cheese burger 🍔.

. . .

Amadeus Emanon noticed the combination French impressionistic and abstract Picasso cubist masterpiece he had on his previously white dress shirt.

Just then his smart phone went off.

Amadeus answered.

It was his girlfriend Angelique Dumont the New Orleans vampiress and songstress who worked in West London’s theatre district.

She had phoned to say that she wouldn’t be able to make their date tonight.

Amadeus felt relief as this shirt he was wearing was the only clean white dress shirt he had for their fancy restaurant dinner date that they had planned this evening.

Amadeus said, “Yes, definitely some other time.”

“So, why can’t Angelique make your date tonight?” Renfield asked as he returned from the kitchen where he had made himself a tuna fish sandwich.

“She ran into a woman the two of us met last Friday in Dr. Cadbury Rocher’s office at Set Enterprises,” Amadeus explained, “The woman’s name is Panty Goatee and was recently genetically cloned in a DARPA lab. Apparently she was being forced to marry the Baphomet at a wedding on top of the Temple Mount in Jerusalem last Wednesday when she was rescued by a Black Jaguar. The Black Jaguar teleported both himself and Panty to Set Enterprises so that Dr. Cadbury Rocher could medically treat Miss Goatee for severe shock.
Anyways Panty Goatee underwent another shock last night when she had her first adult orgasm after she had encountered a blonde Adonis while sitting on the sidewalk steps of an entrance to a park. So Angelique is staying with her tonight.”

“Panty, what a most intriguing name,” Renfield wiped off his laptop screen with some tissues and a spray of Lemon 🍋 Pledge.

. . .

Persephone the Greek Goddess of the Underworld waits in a London cemetery as the midnight 🕛 hour approaches.

She’s awaiting the arrival of a blonde Adonis.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday July 25th
2018.

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From The Fires of Attica To The Fire Within Panty Goatee

July 24, 2018 at 10:47 pm (Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Literature, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

From The Fires of Attica To The Fire Within Panty Goatee

The ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith was absolutely furious with the efforts of the Byzantine vampiress Theodora (who in her mortal lifetime had been the Byzantine Empress Theodora the Monophysite wife of the Emperor Justinian) to overthrow Turkish despot Recep Tayyip Erdogan the would be revised Ottoman Empire Sultan who was Lilith’s ally in the war to eventually destroy the State of Israel.

As such, Lilith decided to attack the land of the people Theodora hoped would revive the ancient Byzantine empire at Constantinople- Greece 🇬🇷.

To that end, Lilith hired the evil Centaur archer Acheronus (named after Acheron the river of woe that flowed through the Greek underworld of Hades).

Acheronus was the antithesis of Chiron the good centaur archer (he who was called the “wisest and most just of all the centaurs” and became the constellation Sagittarius in the northern hemisphere and Centaurus in the Southern Hemisphere).

Acheronus dipped his arrows in a batch of Byzantine Greek fire an incendiary weapon used by the Eastern Roman Byzantine Empire that was invented and developed in the Empire around 672 AD.

The Byzantine Greek Navy used it in naval battles to great effect.

It provided the Byzantines with an immense technological advantage and was responsible for many key Byzantine military victories most notably the salvation of Constantinople from two Arab sieges.

Lilith, who was anxious to finally avenge the death of the high priest Caiaphas (who was once her one night stand lover and the biological father of her daughter Golgotha) by the Roman Emperor Tiberius, finally managed to get her hands on all the supplies of Byzantine Greek Fire to allow the Ottoman Turkish Sultan Mehmed II to finally capture and conquer Constantinople the capital of the Byzantine Empire on May 29th 1453 thus putting an end to the Eastern Roman Empire the successor empire of Tiberius’ Roman Empire.

Saint Mary Magdalene the woman Apostle of Jesus had gone to Rome to personally tell the Emperor Tiberius about the unjustness of Jesus’ trial and how an innocent man was crucified by the Romans.

Tiberius believed the Magdalene’s story and ordered the two Jewish high priests Annas and Caiaphas to be brought to Rome for trial.

Caiaphas died on a ship outside Crete while en route for trial in Rome.

As he stood on deck, Caiaphas felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and then his bowels split open on deck.

Before his soul left him, he groaned like a wild pig.

His tongue jutted out of his mouth the length of a span.

His body was then cast to the waves where it was eaten by sharks 🦈.

Annas survived the voyage and after trial by Tiberius was sentenced by the Emperor to receive over 100 lashes and then Annas was to be wrapped in the freshly skinned hide of an antelope after which he was to be left out in the hot noonday sun ☀️ until he died.

Lilith upon hearing the news swore vengeance on the Roman Empire.

She finally got her vengeance on May 29th 1453 with the fall of Constantinople to the Ottoman Turks.

As for Lilith’s planned vengeance against Theodora, Acheronus with his bow and his Byzantine Greek Fire dipped arrows wandered through the Rafina region of eastern Attica in Greece 🇬🇷 shooting his flaming arrows.

The resulting blaze struck like a flamethrower causing smoke inhalation and skin burns.

So far 74 people have been killed and many fled past hundreds of burning cars and houses to dive into the sea 🌊 for safety.

The resulting devastation is so bad that Greece’s atheistic Marxist Prime Minister Alexis Tsipras has declared 3 days of official national mourning.

. . .

“Such a tragedy,” Donald Trump remarked as he ate lamb chops and Greek salad with feta cheese.

“Are you referring to the wildfires in Greece, Sir?” Asked Lexington his English butler and valet.

“What wildfires in Greece?” The fake hair toupee wearing opponent of fake news shrugged, “I’m talking about my poor daughter Ivanka Trump’s clothing company being forced to go out of business due to poor sales.”

“A tragedy indeed, sir,” Lexington grimaced in pain and silently prayed that there was indeed a Hell for those who truly deserve it.

“I can’t understand why more of my supporters didn’t buy her clothes,” Trump thought about shooting off an angry tweet.

“Maybe most of your supporters couldn’t afford to buy her clothes,” Lexington suggested.

“Why couldn’t they afford to buy her clothes?” Trump retorted angrily, “I could afford to buy her clothes if I ever got the urge to turn Caitlyn Jenner.”

“Saints preserve us,” Lexington crossed himself.

. . .

The Black Jaguar (possessed by the spirit of a powerful sorcerer and also the spirit of Night Sun the Mayan jaguar god of the Mayan underworld) entered the men’s washroom where he ripped to shreds a man and a boy who were in the washroom.

The human sacrifices were necessary to help bring about the coming of the Night Sun (as it was called by the Mayans), the Black Sun (as it was called by the Nazis) and Nemesis (the darkened sun that provides energy to the planet Niburu) according to some sci-fi UFO 🛸 enthusiasts.

. . .

Panty Goatee (the genetically cloned twin sister of DARPA contract assassin and satyr serial killer Pan Goatee) was grateful to have been rescued by the Black Jaguar from the forced bow and arrow 🏹 (as opposed to forced shotgun) wedding in Jerusalem to the Baphomet.

Panty Goatee didn’t really relish losing her virginity to a hermaphrodite half-human half-goat creature.

She didn’t like having to walk down the aisle of chairs on the Temple Mount with a flaming arrow in her naked back that was pointed at her tender flesh by the bow of a sinister centaur named Acheronus.

Then Panty Goatee saw the man approaching and a fire 🔥 (but a sensuously pleasant one) burned inside her panties.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday July 24th
2018.

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Jack The Ripper: A Love Story Excerpt 78 By Malcolm Marsh

July 23, 2018 at 10:17 pm (Crime, Detective story, History, Horror, Literature, Mystery, Mystery/horror) (, , )

An excellent suspense novel about Jack the Ripper told from the Ripper’s point of view by a great writer and storyteller- my friend Malcolm Marsh.

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Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 78 )

  He went to the International Working Men’s Educational Club, which was the nearest building and returned with two men, Isaac Kozebrodsky and Morris Eagle, the trio discovered that she was dead, her throat cut!

They re-entered the club and raised the hue and cry, but they were too late, the moment that the returned to the club, I was away, I had no intention of hanging around to be caught by the mob.

Louis Diemschutz , When questioned later by the Police, said that he was certain that the Ripper was still in the premises when he arrived, he said he could sense his presence. How right he was. I had made good my escape, and would return to kill again, hopefully before this night was over.

When conversing with Inspector Abberline after the killings, He mentioned the…

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The meaning of it all: An Idea Provoker Blog Post By Apple Rae

July 22, 2018 at 10:47 pm (Commentary, Inspiration, Life, Personal essays) ()

Here’s a very insightful and beautifully written blog post that was written by a great writer and blogger: Apple Rae-

IdeaProvoker

She closed her eyes to feel the warmth of the words that were too excited to escape. Words that have been jailed for quite a while, words that she kept to herself they ended up battling too much in her head. Ironic as it may seem, no matter how much she wanted to get turned on by the sensuality that writing usually gives her, she refused the treat—for she thought she didn’t deserve it.

“It’s not about “deserve”, it’s about what you believe.” -Wonder Woman

And despite of it all, all the mess and the war, she still believes in the power of love. Love that she puts in every work she does, no matter how many times she had failed herself or even others. She loved every splash of ink, every bit of ideas, every little sense of magic, every foolish mistakes, and everything that helps her create.

And…

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