Demi likes boy toys, hence Dracula appears on stage to set her straight.
Or so Draculu thought. A few hours later he found himself in a car next to Hunter Biden with a 14 year old on his lap smoking crack. Demi had no use for pedophiles and the like and returned to admiring Igors steadfast approach to things, an approach so solid that by its very solidity shaped the rest of the world which, after all, was perpetual flux.
Somehow Igor in his craft escaped the flux and sat at the heart of the world, both as it was dying and born anew.
Igor sat in his car and waited.
Waited waited waited. Waited. And waited.
And then the thing happened and he was on his way. He had his coffee.The automatons. They were great.
A conversation with a man at the machine gave him hope. He stirred his cup and put the lid on. Then he was in his car and the wait was on but I already told you about that.
Igor was a creature of hope.
He had a butterfly in his mouth whose wings butter would not impede, hence: butter-fly.
Igor was on his way. But I already told you about that.
Palm trees were in the wind. Where Igor was, now it was still. Even at sea, it was still. The winds were laid down in the silence as the path in the dunes proceeded behind prickly thorns.
A secret was lain in plain sight as yet, and again, wonder became daze and night became grotto.
Someone remembered theyd once had a dream about a gatehead, and in the morning there was hagelslag.
No dog barked that night.
Sorry to cut You off, the vampire is not an overlord here, exxept , as usual for lack of foresight, my post coincidentally , only 2 minutes delay.
Mea Culpa
Igor felt he should be famous again. So he wrote a poem called “Im famous, again.”
He posted it in the news paper and floop, he was famous. He was part of a network, you see. A fame-network and his balls were creamed with Oprah Winfrey cream. Nuff said.
So, fame knocked on Igors door the next morning but igor had just gone to bed.
Gnugg… wdf, wut now…
Yeah, so when he got up, several hours plus tard, he saw the note slipped under the door.
“Igor, here’s your fame. Look on the back.”
And on the back a big anal ass was drawn.
Igor didnt really care. He just drew a next poem and sent it up to the fame machine and added: no fame before tea, thank you.
And so everything came well. Scones, yeah, sandwiches cut in the diagonal, check, fame, check. Nice.
Igor defeated the blade of grass at shadowcasting and then went to have some tea in the ceremonial bunker underground bordering the bunkers of hoggleroo, but the walls were very think thangod. But still. The auras was unmistakable. So Igor went about to set his bunker on a website, you know to sell it, and before long he had three best offers; and he took one of them and sold the darned thing. Now he was rich.
So what was going on now. With all that money. He married three wives and occupied three nations. He spat in a lake and a dragon formed which protected his offspring. He toiled the soil with his little pinky and a ox cart appeared and offered him a plough, a great golden plough for his birthday. It was a good week.
Some say no money no honey, some say money mostly funny.
Damn that’s so hiphop, Igor thought and bounced his body to the beat Meno was beatboxing with his slurf. Meno was an elephant Igor had bought at the Zoo when it went bankrupt.
Igor ran into Brehsnhjew and kicked his shin, that was what he could remember for he was drunk (why elsewhise run into Brehsnhjew) and he might also have talked to him, before or after the kicking he could not remember and care, he was still too hung over. He scammed an egg but forgot the butter, and threw the pan, he got back in bed and kicked Brehsnhjew again in his sleep.
(scamming an egg; to scramble and thusly scam it out of its proper (sunny) destiny.
Lesson 2
When truth is falsity of a higher order, what is falsity on a lower order than ordinary falsity?
When Henry told Persephone that she was beautiful, he left out the fact that she already knew that.
One said ( of many:
“When truth is falsity of a higher order, what is falsity on a lower order than ordinary falsity?”)
me know answers:now
“You never knew, you know.Now…”
Igor was pleased with his baiting technique but not pleased with the skinniness of the fish!
He had expected a greasier one.
Now he just decided to kill a pig and eat its goddamn guts raw, so annoyed was he.
Igor, said the vamp:
Never expect more then You chew…
Although, great expectation at times confirm. that aiming high, may more likely hit the mark.
That question depends on the kind of mark
And the Eagle and Phoebus Apollon were unaware of what transpired.
A car roamed the outskirts of a small village, patrolling for corners where they shouldn’t be;
a plastered wall fell apart. A housewife cried.
Men surrounded fires, men built agriculture.
Women kept their combs with their spices, and a dog sniffed out a storm from a whiff of grey cloud.
The future was an egg, and Igor stood it up on its tip on his work table and contemplated Columbus and the sheer crudity of Spanish ham and conquistadores
Igor lost sight of the infinite and a mosquito bit him.
The mosquito 's life was very interesting. Damp, it prowled the weedy bank of a ditch for all that was left of July and drank the blood of sleeping toads. It hallucinated while it buzzed and the life on the erf was intense. As life on earth so storm on Jupiter? who knows. The mind of the storm is not known to the placid lake. Where are the dreams of Kurt Cobain? Igor wondered and woke back up to the infinite.
A candle was lit in a faraway castle, at one time in the history of the world, and then, another. Damn. Had the flame reincarnated? Was it the same flame?
‘Damn damn.’ In utter pensation, Igor rocked in his rowboat as a dragonfly landed on a lily. True story. Because Igor was unaware of it.
Where is your infinite now, Louis Pasteur the second! Laughed his landlord who just had, totally entered 'Gor’s room. Like whadefuck? Like what? Igor forgot his drool and lifted his face from the mattress. Yo, this is my home yo, he managed to produce in defiance of the presence of such an uncouth excuse for an authority. But the landlord had disappeared and Igor was staring at the hearth, where a block of iron sat, nagging Igor, ‘come, hurt me patron, do it to me’. Igor just left.
Igor went to the place with the thing. The place was the thing.
Igor was the place, and the thing. The guy.
Oh, don’t worry Igor, the idiot isn’t, so?
Shouldn’t the ones inhabiting the castle.
/ or, willing to take the risk of entering through the moat, without endangering others within…
All cares thrown to the wind? Nah.
Signed, sealed, delivered:
Dracula
_
Fuck Igor!
I didn’t know Vampira , but it’s ok.
“Wow” Igor thinks.
“Just wow”.
He walks out of the bar…
“And I thought I was angry…”
…into the fresh crisp air of the night.
Igor continued to walk on for a while, enjoying the stillness and the quietude of his surroundings. “Oh, how I do love to be out in the night, all alone with my thoughts, with only the companionship of the trees and the stars and the moon and the animals. What mystery is there within all of this. Can life be any better than this? Perhaps - but for now this is where I am, this is where I stand, this is where I truly live.”
“What was that sound?” Igor thought to himself, being taken out of his reverie. He stood alert, barely breathing, waiting for the sound to announce itself again. “There it is again,” he thought. “Hello.” “Oh my God!” Igor looked ahead and what did he see but the most beautiful fawn standing in the moonlight. She took his breath away. He did not move an inch for fear of frightening her. She did not move an inch but gazed questioningly at him. There appeared to be no fear at all within her toward him - only what seemed to be an invitation to him, a beautiful, serendipitous invitation for him to come closer.
Igor and the fawn continued this encounter. It seemed to him that there was nothing left to be done. It was a perfect moment in time or perhaps one could think of it as a perfect moment “out of time”. There are moments in life when we realize that everything is as it should be, that life has bestowed on us a wondrous gift, and that nothing can be added to it nor taken away from it. It is
Purity itself.
The little fawn turned her head from side to side, and then turned to look at Igor again. Her eyes burned with such a brilliance as though she were trying to send him some kind of message. She took a step closer. She took another step and there she was.
This precious little beauty then sat down and curled up in front of him. Igor remained where he was. He wanted to capture this memory forever within his entire Being. Then, what seemed to be an eternity, or sadly, just precious little time, the fawn stood up and nudged Igor’s hand with her face. She then looked up into his eyes, the moon reflected within her’s, with such a loving gaze that it seemed as though Igor’s heart would break, and then she turned and walked away.
She turned and looked back at Igor once, hesitating, and then she was lost in the night, disappearing as she had appeared. Igor tried to wipe away the tears from his eyes but then just thought to himself “Let them flow.” “These are tears of joy and gratitude.” “These precious moments will be remembered forever.” “Nothing is ever truly lost - Nothing!”
Igor smiled and walked on.