Psyche Sparkylls..........naturally

The sparkling of Psyche Sparkylls continues with a nice little visit to Acid Lake with a good friend Rose Cross.  They are definitely enjoying the ride so far and there are magistrates to crush under the wheels of Psyche's 2007 Buick "Despise"   !!!

Master sessions

REINHELM FELDBAUER has authorized, paid for, and admonstrolated the development of up to 32 new paradigm shifters from the council warehouse elaboratory declaration of incandescence from his lordship, MATTHU HAUER'd STULL upon the Requisite Subscription and commission of delivery of said master TAPES to the inner ENTRAILS of EXXYLCROTH, with full nominations of payment interludes, invested as they aren't notwithstanding toward teneous fibres of infinite insanity to the contrary! Interested parties are admonished

CATACOMB LIBRA will soon be ready......

so soon it will be ready...ready for mortals to digest with their reading mechanisms. Stull is now in NX-2 Studios in Pittsburgh typing away, getting this old bastard into the computer age. Some of you may have been lucky enough to read this many years ago, when it was fresh in the mind foam of Matthu Stull. But he can't believe so many of his ideas are taken already, some of them, Matthu knows, have been stolen, but he will persevere......The FIFTH QUADRANT means something entirely different in the ENCHANTED EMPIRE OF EXXYLCROTH !! SIROZON and his drooling minions are still prepared to submit to the mandates of CONTRACEPTUALISM as long as Chip Stone and REINHELM FELDBAUER remain in perfect harmony and allow for neither subterfuge, neither nor, no others can Contrivically Demand less than is worthy.

In'suffiecent Fun'ds

Alas, forthwith morever and ANON, canst therefore, in subsequence, these our truth-bearing stacks being coin or cash nor furthermore of a currency divine. Fall, my love, into my lap, recline thy pretty head, and fluff your hair and shake this treasure from your HAIR, YEs, fairest mine, it is all about the money....  Let Gods despair for lack of attention, while I wrangle alone a couple of extra dollars from the earth spirit, all together we feast, and fester, Please, Count this, my lovely jewels beset thereon, in between the heaps of choice tokens, of gold or silver, spinning and a couple of books of wet bills.  i'll dry them with love on the radiator element, even though burning sun torch my flesh and eyes, I am the power to spending this. all of heaven smile on my shopping, but yes, you will bestow the moneys VERY SOON

Wyrld K'upp 1

Greetings friends, you have all my best wishings for that your team can be of a winning goal with such strengths and power to prevail for may the best team winnings!!!  Now is the Japan team in a match against Paraguay.  if you know who shall win, then you know at least twice half as much as some of your best friends in the continent of your choosings.  pleeze play a good game 

October 19, 2006

It's getting close to the time for us to get going.  I'm a little drunk.  Listening to King Crimson playing "Cirkus" live in what seems like the latter part of 1971, oh the mellotron.  The saga continues.  So it does.

   We still have some cleaning up to do, and I've got some packing to perform.  Can you believe that we're going to be in Paris in 8 hours?

Count Ejacula

Count Ejacula paced along the northwest parapet glancing into the gloomy distance. He nervously fingered his antique Syrian topaz ring, like as if it was going to help matters. The sky was pressed low and menacing upon the castle. Dark purple foggy clouds swept swiftly across the upper towers of the massive stone builiding. Near the jagged horizon, faint streaks of lightning occasionally flashed, but they were not audibly present in the least.
"She will come.....", the Count whispered. "She will renounce her devotion to Malignath, and perpetuate the continuation of the myth, joining me in my quest to achieve total domination of the Fifth Quadrant!!"
He was referring to Princess Illuminoma, Grand Shepherdess Superior of the district of Frontesia, which comprises the outer counties of the northern section of the Fifth Quadrant. Illuminoma sent a courier to the Count not more than a month previous with word that she would join him as soon as the High Priest Malignath was properly punished for his countless crimes against humanity.
"I hate myself!!!" The Count screamed at nearly the top of this lungs. He let the sound of his voice echo a little then continued....."I'm so burnt out. There's nothing left. The ancient ashes of my dusty nothingness never even came close to resembling my true power. I could have conquered Turkey and the Holy Land, maybe even Rome. I might have eaten the carcass of the Pope and washed it down from Cognac out of the Holy Grail.....What grief these mine entrails declare!!! Rejoice!, for the silent thunder is aware of my over-reaching insignificance."
His gleaming golden bracelet glimmered as another bolt of lightning flickered. Count Ejacula spread out his tarot cards on a little table which was flanked by raging torches. "Fucking Five of Swords again! Damn this foamy-mouthed plague, this blonde bitch of cackling night!!"
He tosses the cards over the railing, then watches them plunge 8 or more storeys down into some white water rapids below. Just then, the butler, Tyrone emerged from a ornate steel door with hardly a lack of grandiloquence. Tyrone gracefully approached Ejacula then paused before him, awaiting permission to speak.
The Count spoke: "Oh, good evening, Tyrone. Have the guests arrived?"
Tyrone answered: "Precisely, sir. The Stones and and a journalist named Umbrellica Pierce."
The Count quickly shot it in: "Yes, of course. She's with with the Herald. But what is Ignora wearing?"
Ignora Stone and her brother Chip comprised the aformentioned "Stones". Ejacula had given Ignora a special amulet to wear when she visits so that he won't be able to just lean over and bite into her neck, which is quite deliciously tempting for our vampire character. Chip Stone has always been aware of the Count's urges to dip his fangs into Ignora's lovely rosy white flesh, but somehow this fact didn't really bother him. Chip trusted Ejacula's modes of precaution and safety so it was expected that the amulet would serve perfectly to facilitate a powerful magical barrier to any bloody indulgences.
"Well," Tyrone answered, beginning then pausing to do a quick scan of his short-term memory banks. " I believe she's wearing Emilio Pucci. An exquisitely snug but flowing black and silver dress. There are a few blushing flecks of striping ribbon embellishments across the mid-lower torso region.......One pearl necklace....Let's see....uh......The hair is swept over to the left and pulled up in the back. Perfume... some sort of Chanel or something...Quite frankly sir, I'm a bit puzzled by her delightful scent."
Tyrone made a very brief, nearly imperceptible bow at the conclusion of his statement.
"Excellent. Thank you Tyrone. You are now and will always be a genius. But more importantly.....you are a great man."
"Thank you, kind master, " Tyrone responded, again just barely making a faint bow. Then he turned on his heel and disappeared into the same door-shaped opening in the wall from whence he appeared not 90 seconds previous..........