Remembering Meat Loaf: Amadeus’ Tribute

January 21, 2022 at 10:28 pm (Culture, Entertainment, History, Music, music videos, Plays, Vampire novel) (, , , , )

Singer Meat Loaf (September 27th 1947 – January 20th 2022) Known for his album Bat Out of Hell and his hit song I’d Do Anything For Love

Amadeus Emanon had just heard the news that one of his music idols Meat Loaf had just died at the age of 74.

He decided to do a tribute in his memory.

Amadeus who was a musician, a singer and an actor contacted some of his friends on social media about it this Friday night.

They went down to St. James’s Park and acted out Amadeus’ improvisationally written play.

The play began with a High Priest (who practiced satanism in private but was a respected ecclesiastical figure in public) who was plotting the death of a man who was a threat to him.

The high priest said to one of his subordinates, “We’ll track him down. We’ll get him through his weakest link. His youngest follower.”

The Apostle John (played by Amadeus) was approached by a girl (played by Angelique Dumont) he once knew.

The girl kissed him and asked him to love her.

As John slowly succumbed to the girl, the girl then made a request.

And Amadeus replied, “I’d do anything for love but I won’t do that.”

Amadeus then began singing the song lyrics,

“And I would do anything for love but I won’t do that…”

He sang the lyrics up until the lines

“Some nights you’re like nothing I’ve ever seen before
or will again…”

Amadeus as the young Apostle John turns away from the girl played by Angelique.

John (Amadeus) then turns to a fellow actor who’s playing Jesus,

“And maybe I’m crazy
Oh it’s crazy and it’s true
I know you can save me
No one else can save me now but you…

That I would do anything for love
I’ll be there till the final act.”

John (Amadeus) bows to Jesus and then turned back to the girl he had known,

“I’d do anything for love but I won’t do that.”

The scene then turns back to the satanic High Priest, “So much for the theory about who I thought was the weakest link…”

The High Priest is then approached by Judas Iscariot who sells out Christ for thirty pieces of silver.

The Apostle Paul had it right when he said, “The love of money is the root of all evil.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday January 21st
2022.

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The Night of Saint Nicholas

December 6, 2021 at 9:28 pm (Christmas, Culture, Folklore, History, Personal essays) (, , , , , , , , , )

It was December 6th 2021.

December 6th was the Feast Day of Saint Nicholas.

Saint Nicholas was the bishop of Myra in Asia Minor (what is now modern day Turkey).

He was known for his generous gifts to poor people.

He was also the Patron Saint of Children.

As such he was noted for giving gifts on the night of his Feast Day of Saint Nicholas when in Medieval Europe a person dressed up as the bishop Saint Nicholas would go around giving gifts to children in the respective village or town.

Later it became the saying that Saint Nicholas only gave presents to good children on his Feast Day.

And the figure of Krampus (a demon goat) was invented who was said to whip naughty children on the night before Saint Nicholas’ Day which was called Krampusnacht (December 5th).

And the really bad children (like Bill Gates and Dr. Anthony Fauci) it was said he put in a sack and carried down to Hell on that night.

In the centuries following the Reformation, the custom started developing in some towns and regions that it was Saint Nicholas who gave out gifts right at Christmas.

And eventually the idea developed that it was not the 4th Century bishop who gave out gifts on Christmas Eve but rather a very tall elf who wore a red costume and was white bearded and was called Santa Claus (the English equivalent of Sinterklaas which was the Dutch name for Saint Nicholas).

The more recent contemporary folklore mythology expanded to say that Santa Claus lived at the North Pole, had a magic sled pulled by seven magic reindeer (Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen) plus an eighth very shiney red nosed reindeer named Rudolph who guided the sled by the light of his nose and they delivered presents to all of the good children of the world all on one night.

However for a thousand years from 500 AD to 1500 AD, it was not the jolly old elf Santa Claus or the 4th Century bishop Saint Nicholas who brought gifts to children on Christmas Eve but rather Das Christkind (which literally translates to Christ Child).

Yes for much of Christianity’s long history, it was the Christ Child Himself who brought gifts to children on Christmas Eve.

Jesus would come down from Heaven and would resume the form He had when He was 5 or 6 years old and bring gifts to children that night.

The tradition was for children to do good deeds during the Season of Advent.

On the first day of Advent, a crib or creche was brought into the home.

Every time a child did a good deed, he or she would be allowed to put a piece of straw on the crib.

If there was enough straw on the crib, Das Christkind or the Christ Child would lay on the crib in the children’s home the night before Christmas.

And the Christ Child would give gifts to children on Christmas morning.

On the night of December 23rd, the crib or creche was placed behind a veil in the home.

If the child looked behind the veil before 7 PM on Christmas Eve, Das Christkind (the Christ Child) would not come on Christmas Eve.

At 7 PM on Christmas Eve, the father would part the veil.

And there in the crib would be placed a figure of the Christ Child.

And on Christmas morn there would be found gifts for the children.

But the Christ Child as the bringer of gifts on Christmas Eve would later be replaced by the 4th Century bishop Saint Nicholas of Myra (who originally brought gifts on his own feast day on December 6th) and later replaced by the jolly old elf Santa Claus (whose myth was inspired by Clement Moore’s 19th Century poem The Night Before Christmas and early and mid-20th Century Coca-Cola ads).

A long journey to take Christ out of Christmas.

Forgetting without Christ, there would be no Christmas.

-A historical essay
written by Christopher
Monday December 6th
2021.

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Just Another Day In Paradise (I’m Being Sarcastic)

November 26, 2021 at 10:03 pm (Aesthetics, Culture, Life, Personal essays, Vampire novel) (, , )

One of my favourite songs from the 1980s was Phil Collins’ Just Another Day In Paradise.

Anyhow in this paradise of 2020-2021 (where a virus is worshipped as a god determining our lives, our jobs, where we go, who we associate with and what we do), I started off the day being banned from Facebook for a remark I made comparing today’s Austria to that of Adolf Hitler’s Nazi Anschluss Austria.

I didn’t know Facebook CEO Snark Suckaturd (as my friend Daniel calls him) was on such good terms with Austria’s current Fascist pig chancellor Alexander Schallenberg but I guess these two must be playing a game of Roll Me Over In The Clover while engaging in Buttocks Cuddles on the Emerald Isle of Ireland.

Then after being banned from Facebook, I was then formally evicted from the homeless shelter I’m in by the end of this month.

So it’s two days before my birthday and less than a month before Christmas and I know not where I’ll be spending December.

On the plus side, I offended some Nazi asshole.

Someone had reblogged my post from yesterday Towards Christmas on their site.

Some whining, snivelling, diaper wetting and pablum puking Nazi crybaby took issue with my lines

“People have always tried to prevent Christmas
From Judea’s King Herod
To Hitler who called it Julfest the Winter Solstice”

The Nazi crybaby snivelled in his comment on the re-blog,

“This is both condescending and unfair.”

It’s best to hear that comment in one’s mind as being spoken in the lisping limpwristed pansy like voice of writer Truman Capote.

For it probably was.

The guy is probably about as fruity as Ernst Rohm and his Brownshirts were.

It may be condescending and unfair but it’s also historically accurate.

Hitler did change the name of the December holiday from Christmas to Winter Solstice Festival during the early 1940s.

So get over it you Nazi asshole.

He then whines and snivels about “Idiot deracinated Americans”.

I don’t know who he’s talking about but I’m a Canadian proud of my Irish, Scots and English heritage.

He talks about “husks of people” possibly referring to his own unique eunuch status in life.

I never knew that today’s Nazis were as big whining snivelling crybabies as today’s Cultural Marxist ‘woke’ brainless zombie youth but apparently they are.

Both need to be taken behind the woodshed to be paddled into real manhood.

. . .

Today’s vampire novel chapter:

Pan Goatee went for a walk down to the park.

Yesterday during his walk he had encountered a fat ugly blimp.

No doubt the blimp had been given permission by her genetic creator Dr. Anthony Fauci to wander around ruining people’s days.

Goatee had beheaded the fat ugly blimp and cut her up into 999 trillion pieces.

Then on his way back to where he was currently staying, he saw another pair of uglos so beheaded them as well.

Hoping not to run into uglos today did not happen.

A hideous repulsively ugly uglo was trying to walk on the ice on the river.

Goatee beheaded the ugly looking gargoyle remarking, “If you’re going to walk around on the ice as repulsively ugly looking as you are, do the world a favour and fall in.”

He then cut her up into 999 trillion pieces.

On the way back to where he was staying, he ran into another ugly woman so beheaded her as well and cut her up into 999 trillion pieces.

“When is Fauci going to be tried with crimes against humanity?” Goatee wondered as he wiped the blood off his astral laser machete.

-A personal essay
and
vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday November 26th
2021.

Wishing all uglos, Nazis, Fascists, Communists and ‘woke’ brainless zombies
A very Pan Goatee Christmas

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Vampiress Mei-ling Manchu Makes An Amazing Discovery

October 17, 2021 at 10:59 pm (Comedy, Culture, Gothic, Horror, Humour, Literature, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Vampiress Mei-ling Manchu, who drank red wine (unlike Bela Lugosi’s Dracula), was in the study of Transylvania’s Castle Dracula where she had made an amazing discovery:

Mei-ling Manchu: This is very interesting…

Mei-ling Manchu: Apparently writer Truman Capote did not write In Cold Blood…

Mei-ling Manchu: He wrote in… ink.

Mei-ling Manchu: However the same won’t be said about me.

-A vampiress Mei-ling Manchu
Halloween photo montage
written by Christopher
Sunday October 17th
2021.

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On The 700th Anniversary of Dante’s Death, A Most Diabolical Plot: Soros-Gates-Fauci Axis Powers Genetically Clone Uglos

September 14, 2021 at 10:45 pm (Aesthetics, Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Literature, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

Today September 14th 2021 is the 700th Anniversary of the death of Italian poet Dante Alighieri who wrote the Divine Comedy trilogy consisting of Inferno, Purgatorio and Paradisio.

On September 14th 1321, Odin’s raven Huginn remarked to Odin’s raven Muninn, “Oh weep for Dante, for he is dead.”

Muninn immediately started crying and blew his nose on Pope John XXII’s papal robes.

“Don’t weep for Dante,” the demon Baphomet remarked, “Weep for Pan for he is dead.”

The Pan to whom Baphomet was referring was the Greek satyr god of nature, the wild, shepherds and flocks, mountains and rustic music.

That Pan had in fact died long ago.

Today September 14th 2021, the demon Baphomet, along with his fellow demon Baal, the fallen Archangel Mephistopheles and the ghosts of King Herod, Adolf Hitler, Joseph Stalin and Mao Tse-tung had all endorsed the Neo-Stalinist tyrant Gavin Newsom for Governor of California and urged Californians not to recall him.

“As far as I know, I’m not related to that Pan,” Pan Goatee mentioned in answer to a question from his friend the philosopher frog emperor Marcus Amphibius.

Marcus had stoically wanted to know whether Pan Goatee was related to the Greek satyr god Pan who was the Greek god of nature, the Pan who had died long ago and sailors had heard the cry during the reign of the Roman Emperor Tiberius, “The great god Pan is dead.”

As Pan Goatee entered a drug store, Marcus Amphibius stopped to order some French flies from a French Onion Soup and Quebecois Poutine dealer.

When Marcus entered the store, he noticed his satyr friend beheading a fat ugly blimp (who was a store clerk) and cutting her up into 999 trillion pieces.

“I thought I had beheaded this fat ugly blimp a couple of weeks ago and how did she come back alive?” Goatee wanted to know, “Necromancers today must be as perverted and degenerate and as devoid of good taste as everybody else these days.”

“It might not be necromancers,” Marcus Amphibius licked an ice cream cone, “Some of my frog friends around the world tell me that the evil undynamic but diabolical trio of George Soros, Bill Gates and Dr. Anthony Fauci are genetically cloning uglos. So if you kill one, they’ve got another 665 in test tubes somewhere.”

“Oh deepest pits of perdition and damnation, thy names art Soros, Gates and Fauci,” Pan Goatee spoke eloquently.

Meanwhile in Slovakia, some renegade Slovak priests were trying to exorcise the demonically possessed Pope Francis whose eyes were once again turning demonically red, his head was rotating 360 degrees and he was vomiting forth copies of Dante’s Divine Inferno.

“We are legion. We hate Dante. We do not weep for Dante for he is dead. We hate Dante. He believed in the existence of Hell. There is no Hell,” the voices within Francis started screaming, “Ah, the flames. The flames.”

One of the priests who was slightly deaf asked his fellow priest (a dwarf) who was only a little less deaf, “What did he say?”.

The dwarf answered, “I think he said, Ah, the plane. The plane.”

“These demons must be fans of the original 1970s TV show Fantasy Island,” the elder priest remarked.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday September 14th
2021.

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If It Ain’t Broke, Don’t Fix It

June 18, 2021 at 10:43 pm (Commentary, Culture, Film, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )


“I’ll take that last slice of pizza if you don’t mind, Mr. Farrow.”

“Cut!” Orson Welles shouted, “That’s a take!”.

“I’ll say it is,” said the actress as she grabbed and ate the last slice of pizza.

The day’s production was over.

Welles took his hat and coat and went to a nearby lounge where he ordered a glass of red wine.

After a few sips, he fell asleep.

When he awoke, he was a ghost in a pub in London called The Ghosts’ Inn and he was sipping a spectral glass of spectral red wine.

Welles wasn’t sure whether he was a mortal man dreaming that he was a ghost or whether he was a ghost dreaming about his days as a mortal man.

It was like that myth he had once heard about the man who fell asleep and dreamed that he was a caterpillar and then when he woke up again, he wasn’t sure whether he was a man who dreamed he was a caterpillar or whether he’s a caterpillar who’s now dreaming that he’s a man.

“Such intense thoughts on the cusp of the summer solstice,” British MP Renfield R. Renfield remarked over a gin and tonic.

“I wasn’t aware that I was thinking such thoughts aloud,” Welles’ ghost sighed.

“You were,” Renfield dug into his fish and chips with his knife and fork.

A butterfly flew in through the window of the pub.

“I wonder what the butterfly dreams,” Renfield mused aloud.

“Not sure,” Welles admitted, “But he’s got both man and caterpillar beat.”

“Of course there are some idiots,” Renfield pointed out, “let’s call them in Seinfeldian fashion Klaus Schwab, the World Economic Forum, Joe Biden, Justin Trudeau and Boris Johnson who probably figure that when it comes to butterflies, they can still Build Back Better.”

A British engineering student (who had spent the Covid lockdown studying Schwab’s book on The Fourth Industrial Revolution) was in another booth operating his robotic butterfly (that he called the Transbutterfly).

The Transbutterfly was trying to take nectar from the petal of an artificial flower.

The butterfly who had flown past Renfield and Welles flew out the door while the Transbutterfly flew into another customer’s pint of ale where it burst a gasket and disintegrated.

Dashwood Forrest the noted London art gallery dealer walked past Renfield and Welles carrying a godawful painting.

“What’s that hideous monstrosity?” Both Welles and Renfield asked at the same time.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to give this painting away,” Forrest admitted, “Bill Gates gave it to me on commission to sell. It’s a painting that he himself painted. He calls it Painting of A Build Back Better Sunset.”

“That’s a sunset?” Welles and Renfield both asked increduously at the same time.

Renfield put on his spectacles and Welles put on a ghostly spectral monocle.

Both man and ghost reacted with horror.

Renfield vomitted all over the painting while Welles spewed forth ghostly ectoplasm.

“I have to say that’s a very significant improvement,” Forrest declared after the vomit and ectoplasm now found their way on to Bill Gates’ Build Back Better Sunset.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday June 18th
2021.

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Liaison At The Palais Garnier

May 20, 2021 at 10:15 pm (Culture, Detective story, Folklore, History, Mystery, Romance, Short Story, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

Sitting alongside her friend Estelle in her opera box at the Palais Garnier Opera House in Paris, Nicole read a message that had been delivered to her.

It was a May evening in Paris in the year 1889.

And the 1888-1889 season of the Palais Garnier Paris Opera Company was coming to an end.

The season had begun in September with Verdi’s Aida.

And was coming to an end this May with Mozart’s Don Giovanni.

Nicole and Estelle had thoroughly enjoyed Act I of tonight’s opera.

During intermission there was one man who kept his eyes on Nicole the whole time they were in the lobby.

Returning to their box minutes before Act 2 was to begin, they discussed the excitement surrounding this particular night at the opera.

Aside from the usual rumours surrounding the possible appearance of Erik the Phantom of the Opera, there were other rumours surrounding tonight’s performance.

It was rumoured that Queen Victoria’s eldest son Edward Prince of Wales (who would be the future King Edward VII of Britain) would be attending tonight’s performance incognito under the name Monsieur Claude Adonais.

Various opera goers cast their glances around the seats on the floor and in the opera boxes to see if Monsieur Claude Adonais (aka Edward Prince of Wales) was there.

Just minutes before Act 2 of Don Giovanni was to begin, Nicole received a note.

“What does the note say?” Estelle asked excitedly.

“It says,” Nicole read the note aloud, “My dearest and fairest Mademoiselle, do I have permission to enter your box before tonight’s performance is finished?” And it’s signed Claude Adonais. Then in brackets it says Edward Prince of Wales.”

“The cheek of him,” Estelle shook her head, “Asking to enter your box.”

“I do believe he’s talking about my opera box,” Nicole replied.

“You never know with Edward Prince of Wales,” Estelle noted, “He has quite the reputation.”

Nicole sent a note back.

“What did you say?” Estelle asked.

“I said Oui,” Nicole answered.

“Oh, Nicole,” Estelle sighed.

Just as the scene where Don Giovanni encounters the statue of the slain dead Commendatore (whose daughter Don Giovanni had sexually violated and the Commendatore had died in a sword fight against Don Giovanni defending his daughter’s honour) unfolds, Monsieur Claude Adonais (aka Edward Prince of Wales) entered Nicole’s box (her opera box that is).

“Would you care to come to my hotel room after dinner?” Monsieur Claude Adonais asked, “We’ll have wine, a midnight snack and a most scrumptuous shish kebab of a sword for your dessert.”

Just as on stage the statue of the Commendatore dragged Don Giovanni down to Hell, so too Erik the Phantom of the Opera arrived on his chandelier, grabbed the Prince of Wales and carried him down to the subterranean lake below the Palais Grenier Opera House.

Just as the Phantom was about to drag the Prince of Wales below the depths of the lake, London’s famous consulting detective Sherlock Holmes arrived on the scene.

“Your Highness,” Holmes explained, “Your mother the Queen hired me to look out for you. After she heard you were traveling incognito to Paris sans Alexandra your wife, she figured something like this would happen.”

Holmes ripped off the Phantom’s mask.

Erik with a loud cry vanished beneath the waters of the lake.

Holmes then turned to Edward Prince of Wales (under his incognito nom-de-plume Monsieur Claude Adonais), “And as for you, your naughty Royal Highness, your mother has booked a three hour session with my twin sister Sherrielock Holmes for you.”

Edward turned pale, “But isn’t your sister a dominatrix?”.

“She is, your Highness,” Holmes nodded, “And you’ve had it coming.”

Meanwhile Nicole and Estelle sat in a small cafe on the Champs-Elysees.

Nicole opened up a box of chocolates (that had been given her by Edward Prince of Wales Monsieur Claude Adonais) and said, “Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re going to get.”

-A short story
and
vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday May 20th
2021.

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Charlotte In The Dance Studio

May 12, 2021 at 10:38 pm (Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , )

Charlotte in the dance studio

Vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing entered the room known as the dance studio in the English country manor and estate he had been staying in for the past week.

The country squire and his wife who owned the estate were big fans of Latin and Ballroom Dancing.

And therefore owned their own dance studio.

“Hello, Miss Charlotte,” Van Helsing said to the woman as he entered the dance studio.

“Hello, Mr. Van Helsing,” Charlotte smiled.

“Is the ghost of the Emperor Napoleon around?” Van Helsing asked.

“He’s apparently down in London to see Trafalgar Square,” Charlotte answered.

“Well, that should prove interesting,” Van Helsing commented.

“And Squire Hawkins and his wife are visiting relatives,” Charlotte noted.

“So we’re alone on the Estate then?” Van Helsing sat down on a chair.

“Andrea Angelicus the Phoenix woman is not around?” Charlotte inquired.

“No, she’s darting back and forth across the globe,” Van Helsing explained, “And using the Houdini-Tesla-Pantages-Welles-Lamarr Magic Lantern projector for time travel.”

“Time travel?” Charlotte was curious.

“Yes, by time traveling, she gave lasting fame to an artist who died young by the name of Henri Gris,” Van Helsing explained, “By posing for his most famous portrait painting entitled The Woman of Midnight. The painting has now been acquired by the Dashwood Forrest Art Gallery in London and will soon be available for public viewing.”

“So, seeing as how we have the house to ourselves, what shall we do, Van Helsing?” Charlotte asked.

“Dance,” Van Helsing smiled as he put on an old LP record of Johann Strauss’ The Blue Danube.

. . .

Set Enterprises’ eccentric scientist Dr. Marmalade Montague was walking the streets of London with Extremely Curious George the stegosaurus who was genetically created by Set Enterprises’ chief scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher.

“Well, George,” Dr. Montague commented, “We seem to be getting a lot of stares from passers-by today. It must be this Armani suit I’m wearing that was a gift to me from Jerry Seinfeld. And no doubt that spiffy and colourful looking bow tie you’re wearing is drawing a lot of attention as well.”

They walked by 10 Downing Street where British Prime Minister Boris Johnson was standing at a podium in front of the door to the residence shooting his mouth off about something or other.

Extremely Curious George stood next to Johnson briefly and opened his mouth in a big wide yawn as the Prime Minister was talking.

The photo that was taken of the moment went viral on social media.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday May 12th
2021.

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Andrea Angelicus: Another Time, Another Place

May 8, 2021 at 10:32 pm (Art, Culture, Film, History, Mystery, Poetry, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )


Andrea Angelicus: Modeling for an artist

Andrea Angelicus in another time, another place
Not the Coviet Union laden world of 2021
But Paris in the year 1948
She was in an artist’s studio
Modeling for an artist

“What will you call this piece, Klaus?”
Andrea asked.
“Klaus?” The artist looked surprised.
“I doubt very much your name is actually Henri,”
Andrea noted,
“Like the first name in your artist’s signature
On your paintings suggest.
For you have a German accent
Not a French one.”

“I am not a Nazi,” Klaus (aka Henri) stated emphatically.
“I never said you were,” Andrea waved her FDR style cigarette holder
holding her smokeless cigarette as if it were a magic wand.
“But these days most people think that,” Klaus sighed.

“I ask again, Klaus,” Andrea gave the impression of dropping cigarette ash on the floor, “What will you call this piece?”.
“The Woman of Midnight,” Klaus answered.
“Intriguing name,” Andrea smiled.
“Thank you,” Klaus put the finishing touches on his painting.

Klaus then signed his nom-de-plume signature to the painting
And asked,
“Tell me, Miss Andrea Angelicus, do you have any names besides Andrea Angelicus?”.
“I’ve been called the Phoenix Woman,” Andrea answered.
“Intriguing name,” Klaus smiled,
“Do you rise from your own ashes?”.
Andrea stepped into her circle of non-existent cigarette ash
and vanished.

Klaus looked
And noticed she was gone.
He felt his heart pounding in his chest
and slumped to the floor.

Klaus Grau was dead
But Henri Gris
would live on
through his paintings.

-A narrative poem
and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday May 8th
2021.

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Memories of Selena

March 25, 2021 at 9:53 pm (Arts, Culture, History, Music) (, , , , )

Selena Quintanilla

Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell was the CEO of Aulos Music and Recording Ltd. in London.

He had become the CEO of the company after buying it (through a loan given to him by the London-based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set) in 2018.

Previously he had been an Executive Vice-President of the Company.

This past year of the pandemic there had not been much recording going on at his studios on Abbey Road- the Wuthering Heights and Glencoe Hospitality Recording Studios.

As most musicians and singers did their performances via podcast and livestream.

So Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell had used the past year to write his memoirs.

He had run for the 2008 Democratic Presidential nomination in the U.S. and had come in an extremely extremely extremely distant third behind Barack Obama and Hillary Rodham Clinton.

He moved to London England in 2010 to become Executive Vice-President of Aulos Music and Recording Ltd. to fulfill a lifelong dream he had of one day becoming a music producer.

Prior to his Presidential run, he had been an Executive Vice-President of Vidal Sassoon Hair Products.

Today he was busy recalling the year 1994.

He was remembering the day that year a friend of his had invited him to a small recording studio that the friend owned in San Antonio, Texas.

He recalled walking through the door of the recording studio and there sitting on a chair was a woman with one of the loveliest smiles he had ever seen in his life.

Selena Quintanilla

Campbell was disappointed in himself for at that time he had never heard of this young and promising young star bound to become a superstar.

She however sang and recorded a song in his friend’s studio that day.

It was a song in Spanish.

It was so beautiful that Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell resolved someday to learn the language.

Sadly he had never done that either up until this point in his life.

He recalled a year later in 1995 the day that he had heard Selena had been shot and killed by the President of her own fan club.

March 31st 1995.

In less than a week, it would be the 26th anniversary of her tragic death.

A young talent taken from the world too soon.

A lovely smile taken from the world too soon.

-written by Christopher
Thursday March 25th
2021.

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