Fee Fi Fo Fum

OK? Seriously? 

A fairy tale beginning for my blog? 

Anyhoo...

I am concerned for a few people who may have a problem with my certain condition.

I do not want to hurt anyone who does not deserve it.

But.....

I can't have 'curious cathies' who are a little too intent on saving me or saving others from getting in my fanny pack.

Again?

Seriously?

Would I ever carry a fanny pack?

Although, I doubt it would be stolen as quickly as customs stole my decked out coffin!!!

Yes!!

You are damn right I am still pissed about it!

I am going to the beach and hitting some surf and board and will not kill anyone for now.

BUT

Check back...

I might want to hit the murderabilia guy...

Help this clueless victim's crime advocate out before I do.

Who can't figure out how to stop murderabilia from being sold and collected?

Here is a clue...

.GALLON OF GAS AND A MATCHSTICK!!

The undead is off to the coast before the storm hits the fan....

He comes in Thursday.

Murderablia

Have you ever heard of such a term?

Quite gross if you think about someone collecting finger and toenails as a souvenir from a serial killer.

But who I am to question what is art to some and a meaningful reminder to others?

I should have kept something from the Doctor but I prefer pop art.

Anyhoo,

Thursday, a dark cloud is rolling into my city.

The last time he shared space near me; many things died and a flood occurred in a hundred year flood zone.

Literally, not figuratively, little animals fell out of trees and died and I was useless to save them.

But that was in another life.

I do not know how I feel about it now since I am undead and the world is a cruel beast I am no longer apt to save.

I am free from those things now.

Things like empathy, care, and sadness.

What rips through my heart now is an uncontrollable urge to ignore all that once touched me.

This dark cloud is coming my way and I do not want to see the storm.....

Even the undead can not out run the past.....

Itsy Bitsy Spider

Itsy bitsy spider got washed out by the rain

but out came the sun

 and dried up all the drain

 and itsy bitsy spider cralled out in time to kill again

From Cymera

Revenge Can Blind even to the UnDeaD

Revenge has been my etho since I had to leave my home. I know now it blinds me from my course.

I am not an evil person but I will kill without blinking.

I will not apologize for killing.

Everyone I killed has deserved it.

Hamlet said to Ophelia, " God gives you one face, and you make yourself another."

I fight between who I was and who I am.

I was alive when I had my family even though I was dead.

I was alive!
They made me alive!

But now I am robbed of them and someone has to pay for that minus.

My identity is that of the unDead.
That is all I am now.
And I want the man who did this to me.

I found him and I have lured him to my home this weekend.

How will it end?

What will I do?

Does the unDeaD have a soul? I do not think so but memories of my life still cloud my mind and I think perhaps somewhere in the great depth of all this death and silence...I hear music and moments of a past life.



Do I have a soul or do I not have a soul...

That is the question.

SO...


Let BlinDeaD rest her soul or at least give her peace with it!

Emotion are not the UnDeaD's Bag y'all

I can tell you I still have no remorse for the death of anyone who crossed me.

The Count and his wife...do you know how they kept their castle in such great condition?

They used the money from young girls that were thrown into sex trafficking after their parents were killed for not being able to pay back the money they owed to the shylock that ran their loan business in Bulgaria.

Have you ever been to Bulgaria?

Well, its not the most romantic riviera to anywhere. Its cold and the people look more dead than I.

I could see in the architecture and in the worn down walls that there was once a most beautiful city that held hope. Its like being a Texan coming to the Big Apple and seeing Manhattan with a realtor with the budget of $2k...nothing will crush your hopes of a better life than that move.

Now you know Bulgaria...not really..I am generalizing an entire country based on the Russian mobbed district I was held up in but if the horseshoe fits ...it fits the whole country!


They tried to rope, tie, rape,  and threatened me with a gun just for my asking how to get a hold of the Count. No wonder he liked dead girls-his taste for 12 year olds got boring apparently-and he paid his minions incredibly well to keep him supplied with little ones so they were a little reluctant to give him up.


Death was a little too nice for him but I did not let him die easily and I did not let his Russian whore wife get to live out her majestic life on the lives of little girls. She so knew and could not care less. I hated touching her but the Count hated it more and that was worth every dirty moment.

I video taped it for prosperity. I watched it over and over as I was flying home and although I have no emotions... my face cracked  a smile whenever I watched them die at my hands....must be a glitch in my chemistry.

The Doctor can fix it for the BlinDeaD

The UndeaD has no Empathy for Humans

We are not alive and we watch you humans have the life we lost.



Do you think we have any empathy for those that piss it away on gluttony, alcohol, drugs, or just hating life because you are too weak to change it?

A big fat nope would be the answer to that.

There is a heaven and hell, only its on this earth.

You create it and you live it. Whether you choose to live in hell or heaven is all up on you.

But when your dead, you don't get that choice any more.

I can kill without blinking an eye now.

Yes, I mean the Count. I killed him and for fun had sex with his wife before I killed her too. We played drip the jewels on my body as we orgasmed and...

OOPS...

Baum!!

She dead.

Thanks for the jewels!
 


I am nothing more than a succubus and I am feeding on the hatred humans regurgitate on a daily basis.

I was hoping to be Glenda the witch from OZ bu why help the greater good when there is none right now?

The fucker Count, who has millions on top of millions, rather fuck an unDeaD, royally, than just have sex with a dead chick.

I get it.

When you are bored with all the money in the world to spend, why spend it?

He wanted to earn it.

He wanted to manipulate and play games with it.

But he played with the unDeaD.

So IT killed him.



Your a DeaD Count and now I have control of your money left behind in the vault.

You see, I did my homework while I was stuck in Bruge taking nude pics of myself in the ancient mirrors they have to ccupy my time during the lay over while my coffin was confiscated.

I am not a vampire. I can see my reflection and seeing a 26 year old body show itself through a mirror of a decadent guided frame of the 18th century knowing I died much later in life brings me the only satisfaction I have now.

Anyhoo,

My favorite part about old European royalty...they never trust banks and always keep the majority of their stash in a safe that is left open for company to admire. 

I will be flying home tomorrow and back in the good ole U.S. of A.

Who needs a passport when you have all the money in the world to fly first class in your own wings?

I am headed to Chicago to see an old Doctor.

BlinDeaD does not need a passport now..she has carte blanche on her own C5!

Even the unDeaD NeeD Something

Do you have any idea what it is like to have story and not be able to tell anyone because they would not believe you?

Well, imagine having a story not only the good guy won't believe but the bad guy will use it any way he can.

And thus my story, in Bruge begins....

You know, its quite a fairy tale place if you ever visit for the right reasons. Tucked away in the middle of some great countries...

I wish I was alive and could come here with my son but it is not to be.

I am here in a desperate situation and I am at a loss on how to get out without having to kill again.

It seems all I do now is kill to get out.

Like I said...the undead make perfect assassins.

No remorse, no glory, no one to tell...

I have to go now but please be there for me when I return.

What the fuck does an undead need with therapists..we have you on the Internet and we need you.

BlonDeaD needs you!