The Femme Fatale Art Thief

November 6, 2022 at 11:11 pm (Art, Art History, Detective story, Film, Ghost Story, Gothic, Literature, painting, Poetry, The Supernatural) (, , , , )

The femme fatale art thief

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  • She was the femme fatale art thief
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  • That’s what I called her
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  • My name is Carson Cody Albion by the way
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  • I’m a ₱rivate Eye
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  • The year was 1952
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  • And the city was London
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  • I had been hired to guard a rare art ₱iece
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  • Said to have been ₱ainted by Dante in the 13th Century
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  • Dante was a man better known for his writing (i.e. The Inferno) rather than his ₱ainting
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  • The ₱ainting was more of a metallic scul₱ted relief in a frame rather than a ₱ainting
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  • It was called Joe Biden and Nancy ₱elosi Roasting In The Flames of Tartarus
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  • I’m not sure who these Joe Biden and Nancy ₱elosi characters were
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  • Two ₱eo₱le that Dante saw roasting away but didn’t think were im₱ortant enough to be worth a mention in his Inferno
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  • I saw the woman standing in front of the metallic scul₱ted relief
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  • I was ₱racticing my Raymond Chandler narrative short story telling skills as I looked at her
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  • She had the most magnificent tight skirted ass that I had ever seen
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  • Her buns showed u₱ magnificently under the tight contours of her dress
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  • like two ri₱e gra₱efruit ri₱e for the ₱icking and the ₱lucking
  • I knew I wouldn’t be gras₱ing at straws if I were to, like Shakes₱eare’s MacBeth, say,
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  • “Come, let me clutch thee”
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  • I could imagine them being so smooth, so creamy, so white
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  • I was beginning to sound like a science-fiction writer writing advertisements for Madison Avenue
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  • By the way the femme fatale art thief looked at me, I realised I had said those Raymond Chandler narrative short story telling skills out loud rather than silently in my mind
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  • She came over and sla₱₱ed my face with such vigour that I was knocked unconscious
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  • But I got off lucky
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  • She used her ₱H Unbalanced narrative short story telling skills to bore the ₱oor museum security guard to death
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  • He was found dead the next morning
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  • The coroner ruled the cause of death as Colossal Boredom
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  • And the metallic scul₱ture relief ₱ainting of Joe Biden and Nancy ₱elosi Roasting In Tartarus was gone
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  • A gy₱sy fortune teller told me that it would someday be found in the art collection of a young man named Barron Trum₱
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  • A young man who would have his ₱ortrait ₱ainted
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  • By the ghost of the man who ₱ainted the ₱icture of Dorian Gray
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  • -A Carson Cody Albion narrative ₱oem written by Christo₱her Sunday November 6th 2O22.

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  • A Marilyn Monroe Halloween

    October 13, 2022 at 8:24 pm (Detective story, Espionage, Gothic, Gothic romance, History, Literature, love, magic, Mystery, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural) (, , , , , , , )

    Marilyn Monroe At Halloween

    It was Halloween 1954
    And Carson Cody Albion
    Knocked at the door

    Myend was what the sign on the door said

    Whoever owned the house called Yourend had fled
    So Albion had come knocking knocking on Myend’s door
    Private eye he was, no raven saying “Nevermore”.

    It was no Pallas Athena that opened the door
    But Marilyn Monroe in witch’s apparel without any gore

    A lovely witch she was with candles four
    And a lovely dress J. Edgar Hoover would die for

    Said Marilyn, “Hast thou come knocking at my entrance door?”
    Said Albion, “Thou hast knockers that defy gravity’s floor.”
    Said Marilyn, “Dost thou love me even though I be poor?”
    “I do,” said Albion, “I bought this ring at the jewellery store.”

    The curtain and the veil in the temple tore
    Baskerville hound lost its footing in the moor
    Only PH Unbalanced remained a colossal bore
    But the rest of the cosmos rejoiced encore

    What sorcery is this that has done this for?
    Love’s beating heart yet beats some more
    A tale to be told like in days of yore
    Albion entered the house as cats and dogs and rain doth pour.

    -A Carson Cody Albion poem
    and Halloween poem
    written by Christopher
    Thursday October 13th
    2022.

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    Reblog of Ghost Ship: The Flying Dutchman Sails On and On

    March 5, 2020 at 10:25 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, Gothic, Gothic poem, Gothic romance, History, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , )

    A supernatural narrative poem and vampire novel chapter I wrote over a year and 3 months ago:

    Dracul Van Helsing

    On a moonlit night the sky’s spotlight
    casts its rays down on tonight’s performer
    a sailing ship rising out of the mist
    in a globe theatre where sea and sky do meet
    From underneath the water Poseidon’s hand
    seems to rise from below the depths
    lifting the old Dutchman like a pearl of great price
    as an offering and a gift to Diana’s lantern in the night sky

    Oh ship of mighty oak and sturdy deck and towering masts
    what a price thou hast paid
    for having for a master one Captain Hendrick Van der Decken
    He who would make league and sup with the Devil
    to have the fastest ship that would sail to the East Indies and back

    And so there at the Cape of Good Hope
    ship, master and crew would lose all hope
    as Captain Hendrick stood on deck at the wheel
    and cursed the wind…

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    The Eve of Saint Agnes 2019: Night of The Super Wolf Blood Moon: A Poem

    January 20, 2019 at 11:56 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Gothic, Gothic poem, Gothic romance, Horror, International Intrigue, love, Mystery, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, Poetry, Romance, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )


    Madeleine undressing, The Eve of St. Agnes painted by John Everett Millais circa 1863 based on John Keats’ 1819 poem The Eve of St. Agnes

    ‘Twas the Eve of Saint Agnes
    and in a Baphomet worshipping Jesuit chapel
    in Washington DC
    Strange creatures were stirring
    led by an Illuminati banker Lord L of London
    who was wearing a mask of Poe’s The Raven
    The Greco-Egyptian gnostic goddess Sophia was dressed
    as a statue of her mother Pallas Athena
    But wasn’t allowing Lord L to sit on her head

    The demons Baal and Baphomet sat atop Pope Francis style witches’ Stang style Crucifixes awaiting sacrifices to them
    Two victims- a 12-year-old girl named Agnes who would be sacrificed to Baal who thrived on child sacrifices
    And a 50-year-old Welsh werewolf Magog Rhys Petley (former British Labour MP) securely bound (as it was the night of a full moon) who would be sacrificed to Baphomet the half-human half-goat half-male half-female entity (who was Sophia’s son/daughter)
    Performing the sacrifice would be Semiramis the former Queen of Babylon
    Seeing as how Saint Agnes’ symbol was the lamb
    and Magog Rhys Petley’s symbol was the wolf
    The group was giving a perverted twist to Isaiah’s prophecy about the wolf shall lie down with the lamb

    Semiramis wearing a long red dress raised the knife
    when the full moon turned blood red
    ready to bring it down on both
    when the blood red moon turned to darkness
    Just then the door of the chapel opened
    And two creatures entered
    One was a white wolf with blue eyes
    He strolled on the right down the center of the chapel
    The other was a black jaguar with silver eyes
    He strolled down the left of the chapel
    They went and stood on either side of Semiramis

    Lord L blinked behind his raven mask
    He didn’t recall this being part of the script
    A tall blonde man wearing a fedora hat and Philip Marlowe
    style private eye trench coat entered the chapel
    Wearing a cross bow on his back

    Standing at the front of the chapel
    he removed a cross bow and poisoned arrow and fired at Lord L
    “Shit, I am slain” Lord L remarked before falling over subsequently dead
    “A Lenny Bruce style Nixon White House style epithet added to Polonius’ last words spoken in the play Hamlet” the crossbow slayer who was Dracul Van Helsing remarked.

    The Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec had arrived on the scene
    and had tied up and bound Semiramis the Queen of Babylon
    “Wow, my Anne Rice A. N. Roquelaure Sleeping Beauty BDSM fantasies are coming true,” Dracul remarked upon seeing this
    Renfield R. Renfield let fire with a water cannon
    with Holy Water blessed by the former Pope Benedict XVI
    At the demons Baal and Baphomet
    sending them shrieking outside the chapel

    Soon the spectators fled
    including a Democratic Congresswoman from California
    and a Democratic Senator from New York
    who were dressed as the couple
    in the 1930 Grant Wood painting American Gothic

    Semiramis before succumbing to a massive tantric orgasm
    Brought about by the excitement of the ropes and the handcuffs
    touching her skin
    Thought she recognized Dracul Van Helsing

    “He must be a time traveller,” Semiramis thought to herself,
    “He’s the spitting image of the man who rescued me from the hands of Jack the Ripper in London in the autumn of 1888.”


    Semiramis in the arms of Jack the Ripper as a raven watches
    and before a white wolf and a black jaguar and a vampire slayer spring in for the attack

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    The Clock of Thoth: A Poem

    January 14, 2019 at 11:53 pm (Art, Arts, Film, Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, Gothic, Gothic poem, Gothic romance, History, International Intrigue, love, Movies, Mythology, News, Philosophy, Poetry, Romance, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )


    Tefna listening to the sound of the Clock of Thoth tick.

    The young woman called Tefna
    was in her apartment bedroom
    listening to the sound of
    the Clock of Thoth tick

    A clock designed by her father
    A master clock maker
    At the stroke and bong of each hour
    Two figures would come out
    The first was Thoth
    The ibis headed ancient Egyptian god
    Of the moon, magic and writing
    And of course the Egyptian god who
    was the recorder of time

    The other figure was an Egyptian Pharaoh
    who bore the likeness of the young
    Actor/Director Orson Welles
    The year was 1945
    The date was August 6th
    Feast of the Transfiguration
    On the Church calendar
    When Christ showed his Divine Deity
    To his Apostles Peter, James and John

    Tefna awaited news on what would become of her fiance
    a sailor in the U.S. Navy still involved in the War In The Pacific
    against Japan
    Thor’s lightning bolt insigna warriors in Germany
    had surrendered months earlier
    but no word yet on those who fought for the ancient gods of Japan

    A young American scientist J. Robert Oppenheimer
    was seeking to become the Hindu god Shiva
    The destroyer and transformer of worlds
    But Tefna was unaware of him and his plans
    And what they could possibly mean for her
    As she listened to the ticking of the Clock of Thoth
    On the wall
    Tick-tock! Tick-tock!
    As she always did at this same time every night
    Before she went to bed

    In the apartment next door
    Hera the divine goddess queen of the Olympians
    awaited the report of an immortal private eye
    Carson Cody Albion

    The Greek goddess Hera- that’s Juno to the ancient Romans!

    She had suspected her husband Zeus
    was getting it on with the modern goddesses
    of the silver screen in Hollywood
    The fact that she had heard him talking on the phone
    seeking to borrow swan and bull costumes
    from studio costume departments
    only added to her suspicions.

    In the apartment on the other side of Tefna
    sat Hestia the Greek goddess of hearth and home

    Hestia suspected that hearth and home would come to be neglected in America following the war
    As both men and women followed Mammon
    the ancient Babylonian god of banking and commerce
    Who had helped America defeat Thor’s modern worshippers

    All these things were unfolding in the building around Tefna
    As she listened to the sound of the Clock of Thoth
    tick on the wall

    Tick-tock! Tick-tock! went the Clock of Thoth on the wall
    As Tefna listened.

    The Greek goddess Athena was there in black and white

    on the silver screen
    in the old repertory movie theatre
    in West Hollywood
    on January 14th
    when Dracul Van Helsing
    entered the theatre
    and entered the screen
    and then entered Athena
    to sample hidden portals of wisdom

    In the Dashwood Forrest Art Gallery in London
    Dashwood Forrest looked at the painting
    of Demeter
    The Greek goddess of fields, crops and agriculture
    looking down on a field of 19th Century French peasant women
    Bringing in the sheaves for harvest

    Looking at the painting
    Dashwood Forrest was shocked to see and hear
    Demeter speak to the French women,
    What sort of powerful magician could seduce my Persephone
    away from her husband

    As Athena found tantric sex to be a tantalizing experience
    On the silver screen in a West Hollywood repertory theatre
    actress Akira Lane was showing a robotics maker
    fresh from a technology show in Las Vegas
    what wonders old technology could do
    when blended with ancient magic
    As an Irish Jewish science-fiction writer
    George Finneganburg
    hastily took notes

    Meanwhile in a London casino
    Former British Labour MP
    The Welsh werewolf Magog Rhys Petley
    (whose seat was now held by
    British Transhumanist MP
    Welsh vampiress Morgana)
    walked in on an unexpected orgy
    taking place on a casino table

    The casino’s kinky quartet looked at him, smiled
    and advised him not to miss Lord L’s
    Super Wolf Blood Moon Party
    in Washington DC
    next Sunday night

    with the brunette in short skirt and black silk fishnet pantyhose
    Sitting atop the casino table
    telling him not to miss it for the world

    Renfield R. Renfield MP
    had just finished writing his speech to move
    a motion of non-confidence in Theresa May’s government
    following the Brexit vote in the Westminster Parliament tomorrow
    When suddenly he walked out into his Parliamentary office
    waiting room
    Where the Vietnamese vampiress Ho Babylon Minh

    was waiting for him

    Causing Renfield to burst the zipper on his trousers
    When he saw her
    He would have to buy himself a new suit
    to deliver the speech in Parliament tomorrow

    It was a moonlit night in Port Elizabeth South Africa
    As the great South African artist SAREJESS
    sat in the middle of the street with his easel and canvas
    and paintbrush and paints
    (praying that no motorists would be driving down the street this late at night to abruptly and undoubtedly painfully put an end to his lunar nocturnal painting expedition)
    and painted what he saw

    He would paint this quiet tranquil scene
    before the ghost of a brontosaurus showed up
    and walked across the street
    And before the ghost ship of THE ghost ship
    The Flying Dutchman
    appeared on the surface of the water
    on the horizon in the distance
    As he sat there painting the canvas,
    he wondered whether his wife and family were right
    to think he was crazy

    And there at one moment in time
    somewhere in time
    sat Tefna
    always anxiously sitting on the bed
    always anxiously awaiting for the phone to ring
    to bring her news of her love
    Same place
    Same time
    Night after night

    but no sound of a phone ringing
    Only the sound of the Clock of Thoth ticking
    Tick-tock! Tick-tock!

    -A poem and vampire novel chapter
    written by Christopher
    Monday January 14th
    2019.

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    Cthulhu and Goat Krampus On The Feast of Stephen: A Gothic Cyberhorror Carol

    December 26, 2018 at 11:50 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, Gothic poem, Gothic romance, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, Poetry, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

    (to be sung to the tune of Good King Wenceslas the 1853 Christmastide carol written by John Mason Neale)

    Cthulhu and goat Krampus on the Feast of Stephen
    Donald Trump destroyed young girl’s belief in Santa dreamin’
    Now Saint Nick’s dark sidekick will to Trump be cruel
    And make minced meat out of the toupee wearing fool


    Krampus now coming for Donald Trump

    Donald Trump will wreck dreams and dreamers in effort to build a wall
    to make up for the fact that his dick is really small
    Into the demon goat’s bag went he with his tweets a’screamin’
    he’ll be taken to a real hot place where all the walls are steamin’
    No hope of escape for him you see
    Francis wrong and right is Dante
    while Hillary switches her broomstick for a donkey

    As for Cthulhu that Great Old One, he fell in love with Riana
    Indonesian ghost magician who performed for Cowell’s talent panorama
    Now her country came under atack by that old Anak Krakatoa
    A tsunami created when that old Anakim giant’s volcano overfloweth
    Now Cthulhu is really pissed and cannot stand it much longer
    He will wrestle with that anakim to see which one is stronger


    Cthulhu will do battle with that evil offspring of Nephilim the Anak Krakatau in vengeance for the deaths of the Sacred Riana’s countrymen and women

    So Donald Trump now roasts in Hell as old Cerberus rings a bell
    and Pavlov drools expecting food in that place where dead do dwell
    Hades’ realm has grown quite swell as its global warming times excel
    Sacred Riana waits with her ghosts possessing
    to see which giant will wind up as salad dressing

    The Sacred Riana awaits the outcome of the battle between Cthulhu and the Anak Krakatau

    -A Gothic Cyberhorror Carol,
    Supernatural Narrative Poem
    and vampire novel chapter
    written by Christopher
    On The Feast of Stephen
    Wednesday December 26th
    2018.

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    Ghost Ship: The Flying Dutchman Sails On and On

    December 19, 2018 at 11:28 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, Gothic, Gothic poem, Gothic romance, History, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , )

    On a moonlit night the sky’s spotlight
    casts its rays down on tonight’s performer
    a sailing ship rising out of the mist
    in a globe theatre where sea and sky do meet
    From underneath the water Poseidon’s hand
    seems to rise from below the depths
    lifting the old Dutchman like a pearl of great price
    as an offering and a gift to Diana’s lantern in the night sky

    Oh ship of mighty oak and sturdy deck and towering masts
    what a price thou hast paid
    for having for a master one Captain Hendrick Van der Decken
    He who would make league and sup with the Devil
    to have the fastest ship that would sail to the East Indies and back

    And so there at the Cape of Good Hope
    ship, master and crew would lose all hope
    as Captain Hendrick stood on deck at the wheel
    and cursed the wind for holding him back
    but this was no wind of natural origin
    This was the lady Moriah
    better known as the Devil’s daughter Lilith
    She the angel who directed the windstorm
    As Abraham was about to sacrifice his son
    on the mountain that she’d often ascend and descend
    The mount where she communicated with a thousand points of light
    Those gods worshipped by many nations who chose to follow her father
    originally the supreme lightbearer Lucifer who rebelled against the Creator of the Cosmos

    And so that mount would play at the center of time
    She the angel who directed the whirlwind
    causing a son who led a nation founded by Freemasons and Rosicrucians to pose the question
    What angel in the whirlwind directs this storm?
    The same angel that would raise a desert storm
    and cause her own ancient homeland to fall under the control
    of Sir Francis Bacon’s prophecied New Atlantis
    that lay far beyond mighty Hercules’ pillars

    A son that asked What angel in the whirlwind directs this storm?
    in his inaugural speech
    while his father who led the same New Atlantis
    talked of communing with a thousand points of light
    The father who has now gone to his reward

    When shall the thousand points of light again gather on Moriah?
    For after the ram saved Abraham’s son from sacrifice
    The mount was to become sacred to the cosmos’ Creator
    But alas foolish is man! And full of folly!
    For the wisest among men chose to have 700 wives and 300 concubines
    And in building a Temple to the Cosmos’ Creator
    would eventually allow his women to erect statues to their nations’ gods
    So that once again the thousand points of light (Lucifer’s merry band)
    would seek to stand toe to toe and shoulder to shoulder with the Ultimate Divine

    And now a homicidal crown prince arises out of the Arabian desert
    A secret follower after strange gods
    (Like many men who led the New Atlantis beyond Hercules’ pillars)
    and has agreed in backdoor channels with the Nation of Israel
    to rebuild Solomon’s Temple on Mount Moriah
    provided that the thousand points of light once again
    stand on equal ground and shoulder to shoulder with the Cosmos’ Creator

    Solomon (and its Arabic equivalent Suleiman) are both rooted in shalom/salaam meaning peace
    And the homicidal crown prince is the son of Salman (of the same root as Solomon/Suleiman but is a separate name meaning safe)
    “For when they shall say, Peace and safety, then sudden destruction cometh upon them…” (I Thessalonians 5:3)


    Those who summon the first of a thousand points of light…

    In 1951, a movie was made about the Flying Dutchman

    The story of a woman named Pandora who sacrificed herself
    to free the Dutchman from his curse

    Now the Dutchman’s curse
    caused by his cursing the wind
    who was the Lady Moriah
    (Remember the origins of the song They Call The Wind Maria)
    Lilith the Devil’s Daughter
    the angel in the whirlwind who directed this storm
    and communed with the thousand points of light

    That curse will soon end
    Captain Hendrick and his ship
    The Flying Dutchman will sail on and on
    Far past the Cape of Good Hope
    and beyond
    For the thousand points of light will once again descend
    On Mount Moriah
    to claim equality with and stand shoulder to shoulder
    and toe to toe with the Creator of the Cosmos
    until the arrival of he
    “Who opposeth and exalteth himself above all that is called God, or that is worshipped; so that he as God sitteth in the Temple of God, shewing himself that he is God.”

    So the ending of the Dutchman’s troubles
    is the beginning of the apotheosis of humanity’s
    The Dutchman’s gain is humanity’s loss.


    Pandora: The woman who saved the Flying Dutchman
    Named after the woman who, in classical Greek mythology, opened up a box of troubles for all mankind as good Hope is left behind.

    -A supernatural narrative poem
    and vampire novel chapter
    written by Christopher
    Wednesday December 19th
    2018.

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