Ordeal

This is the last of the Illuminati songs I have to publish for now. I think it's the best 'movie' I've made to date because it images how I actually see B's lyrics in my mind. And I clearly tag his signature in the rhythm of the song. For a less than novice movie-maker, that was a feat to accomplish. Sure it's only one picture, but there are no pictures of Illuminati that I know of, or that I have, so this would have to suffice. Besides, it's all about the lyrics, and there's an abundance of lyrics there.

Meaningless Rant (please move on, nothing to see)

Super-charged Chai tea and insomnia do not fond bedfellows make. Why do I do this to myself? I'm on the verge of actually writing more original material, particularly for the new short story collection, but I keep getting caught up in weirdness that I don't need nor do I want.

Then I find I'm running into the arms of Darth Maul for solace, just like I did thirteen years ago. After all this time, I can't believe I'm thinking on writing another Maulfic. I won't do it, of course. The Massassi Sapphire was the end for me, and it always will be. I need to redirect this kinetic brain energy back to where it belongs and bite the proverbial bullet.

So I juice up on a mega-caffeine, originally reserved for the mad days and nights of The Joker Blogs, and I wait for the noodle to explode. I'm just afraid I'll still be awake three days from now and have the killer sitting on my shoulder, gnawing at the thoughts I can't put down to paper, and drinking my sanity like it is a bowl of warm blood.

It does not help that I keep taking on side-projects...of my own making. It's an avoidance maneuver in plain sight. Avoiding the obvious by obvious association. That makes no bloody sense, but I don't care.

I'd say I needed a hobby, but taking on more would only make it worse, and I'd probably choose something monumentally unhealthy for myself.

The Plenipotentiary

After the song of the Augury of was sung, the Great Hive was terribly decimated by the mortation and purging of the Vampires.  Gone were the last Tarmi of the Hive of Purity, finally rejoining their brethren on the holy isle of Meybhelahn.  With them went the only human to grace that hidden home since the Night of the Blood Moon.  Eve had filled her destiny and was given her reward of sanctity, despite being Cadmus Pariah’s sacred garden of Blood.  The Hive of Redemption collectively mortated back into the human population along with a number of Darklings of the Darkblood Hive.  Most of the Tribe of the Tomb perished, finally being released from their crippling burdens.  Those who were left also mortated and led short lives in human form.  The only Vampires left were most of the Darklings and those of the Hive of the Beast.  Less than five thousand Vampires walked the blessed dark, feeding upon the blood of the living.

Few of the Vampire Blood Royalty survived.  Orphaeus Cygnus remained the High Prince of the Beasts, happy in his position and undesiring of any greater responsibility.  Rebekah and Mephistopheles had never sought power within the Great Hive and had no desire to rise to power now that the King was dead and the Queen had passed into the Tarmian realm.  Thaddeus Brannon had retaken his name of Dmitri and had disappeared into the Blue Ridge Mountains to mourn his departed lover.  The only one left was the true heir to the Throne of Blood...Cadmus Pariah.  The newly-born Vampire, aged to a certain regal beauty, had achieved all that he had dreamt, save for the death of his mother, Kelat.  He had outlived his former master, the Apostate, and risen to power within what was now called the New Hive.  Humanity was his for the taking, a resplendent and neverending feast.

But he was not King.  After Thiyennen, there could be no other king and, as long as Queen Kelat lived, the leader of the New Hive was considered a regent of the night.  It rankled Cadmus, but he was barely concerned with this technicality because he knew Kelat would never return to the world of humans and Upyr.  He was truly the ruler of the New Hive, but his title had to reflect his position on the throne.  A coterie of Darklings and Beasts convened with Cadmus, despite their fear and hatred of him, and they decided upon the title of Plenipotentiary, the Ruler of All.  Cadmus accepted this cognomen and rose to power over all the New Hive, his dark eyes watching the Upyr with dread magicks. 

Still, he fed upon the Blood of the New Hive, reminding them of the Sanguinem Mittat and who was their eternal master.  But he mostly took humans for food now, and basked in the ability to eat and drink the vast banquet of human food.  He was more of a sybarite than ever before, and his veiled castle home was the center of the pleasure palace he called the world.

Natural One

The undeniable drone and throb of this remix sends me into outer space. I've always loved this song.

Hypo Full of Love

Q: What do you get when a Scotsman meets a Welshman at an acid house party in Peckham?

A: SweetGoddamnPrettyMotherfuckingCountryAcidHouseMusic

This is the only band I ever got turned onto by a pack of strangers suffering from Mistaken Identity Syndrome. I had no idea what they were all on about because I never watched 'The Sopranos,' and this was all before the total media saturation we enjoy today. As luck would have it, a sampler called 'Technology Alert!' crossed my desk at BMG during all the inquiries as to whether Shriekback had anything to do with 'Woke Up This Morning,' and this song was on it.

I still believe this is, by far, their best song.

Tom Hardy is Going to Kill Me.

I posted this earlier on Facebook as a testament to how perfect TH would be as Cadmus in a movie, making the comment that all he needed was a good shave and some obsidian contact lenses and "we'd be good to go."



Of course, lascivious innuendo was made and I balked at the comments because that is what I am supposed to do but, then, I took a second look at the picture and well...I am not happy. It's all wrong on so many levels.

1. He's too young


2. It is Highly Unprofessional


3. He's too young


4. It is HIGHLY UNPROFESSIONAL


5. The spork to eye ratio is quite likely


6. IT IS HIGHLY UNPROFESSIONAL


7. He is too young


8. etc etc etc whatever

I'm obviously fighting a losing battle on many fronts. It's time to try my hand at cutting my own throat with a 45 RPM.