6.30.2014

Still waiting for fire and ashes

I am over the anger phase and now just calm and quiet and waiting until that moment where the world ceases to exist as I know it....

I have traded in killing for some sexual devencies but it still does not feed my destructive mode.....

I will find something that does.

BTW...i finally got around to claiming my coffin from customs...

The story llater

The blonde is being a busy biatch

4.01.2014

Go Away!!!

Fuck!!

Stop it!!

The dark cloud tht came my way has left but I felt it while it was here.

It cast grey over everything.

I forgot that I wanted to e good and I went to the darker force and he...
He just has a way of pulling me into the dark grey abyss.

I am sorry for the fat cop killing. I feel bad I was angry about them.

I apologie but I reall yam not sorry.


Certain cops are mean and they pick on those who have not been in trouble and seem to get off on it so....I

alright

I am not sorry

I liked killing the fat cop

but now

the dark cloud has left

He is not here anyomore and I want to do good


ad I mean good without killing

You ave to forgive me for struggling

I had to leave my family, freinds, home, life because I was not growing old properly.

When your kid is the same age as you biop-metrically...

It does not make sense,

SO yes,
I arbor anger....

I hate to see my son cry at my tombstone.

I told him not bury me...I aksed that I be forgotten but he can't

and I see him every time when he visits a grave that is empty and all I want to do

is tell him

MOMMY is HERE

I am HERE

but I can't and so
OK a bloody mess for a biit

I am still pissed about my coffin and the stupid Duke and his bitchy wife...

I don't know my place

I don;t know where I belong and I have no friends and my
wing man had to go...

he told too many people and I had to kill him


Oh fuck......I am sorry..I wish I knew how to kill myslef so this could be all voer but everything I have tried has failed

Undead out for now....


PS..I could care less about proper writing so you dicks that send me typo errors...join my kill list!!!!!

3.29.2014

Pandora's Box

One evil deed leads to another.

Do you want to be good?

Because I am tired of the bad and I know you may look at me like I am evil but I am not.

I am going through an adjustment period.

Yes, I kill people just because I can.

But I only kill the ones that you would not like any way.

It is hard being undead and knowing I don't worry about the law any more. The law was always an asshole anyway.

You think they are bad? The whole psych genre is on my 'to die list'.

Anyhoo....

back to fat ass cops....

Seriously, how can you eat donuts, be 300 lbs and chase someone down?

You can't.

So the obese stupid fucks wait for an easy target.

You can pull someone over for an expired sticker to get your quota.

Well guess what?!

I like killing the fat ones...they are my easy target!!!!

Like I said, I am going through an adjustment period but I promise only to kill the ones that are most  irritating to the living!!!


3.25.2014

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

3.08.2014

From Cymera

10.22.2013

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!

10.12.2013

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







10.08.2013

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!








10.06.2013

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!

9.25.2013

Coffer Up Count

Sometimes a dead girl just has to get out of her coffin and cause some havoc in the hood.

How many weeks did I sit there and wait in my shipping vessel for the arranged pickup?!!

A really, really long time!

I never did get the transaction with the Count completed but he is about to get a sweet visitation from me and he better 'Coffer Up!!'



I think he will pay up considering I have his correspondance and video-unpublished.


I am planning my excursion now why I sit in a coffee house late at night. I am also reading the Prague version  of "The Post". Technically, I do not read Czech or Romanian so I am more or less enjoying the pictures of my funeral box in the paper.

It is a bit ironic that I would get discovered, again, this close to Transylvania.

Actually, Prague is 12 hours from the Dracula Castle of Romania which is a giant tourist trap but t is as close to Transylvania as someone can be unless they translate the words literally and find out Transylvania just means 'beyond the woods' and they sit somewhere in the woods just beyond.

Speaking of the beyond...this Blonde unDeaD is about to rent a motocross bike and head off in the direction of the Count's estate after this brief update to you.

So, about Prague!

One it is gorgeous and I highly recommend the trip. I personally flew in a Citation and was docked in Plzen Line airport for all these weeks. Finally, I just had to bust out. I did not realize how long I was in my comfy dead bed since the undead do not feel time. I had run out of juice on my electronics and so really just laid in stiff until I thought it was quiet enough to move around and get out.

Well!!

Ooops!!

A guard on night duty spotted me getting out of the casket -which by the way- they had in an ice cold meat locker of a room.

I could see frost on some of the boxes they had stacked me in with. How utterly rude to treat the dead this way. I am not a side of cattle nor smuggled sausage.

Anyhoo,

I could not very well take a car and driver so I stole a motor car and dumped it just before the small town I am in. I would tell you but it seems I am on the run and need to keep a low profile of exact places for the moment.

I do not know where the Count is but I need to find him because, not only does he owe  money for the cancelled transaction but he better figure out how to get back my pimped out mobile sarcophagus!


BlonDead needs her ride back!