CAN I LIGHTEN YOUR LOAD

What is a 120 year old ghoul to do about food these days?

The pickings are very sparse around here, 

But I can't leave the area of my death!

The sea provides lots of dead stuff for me to eat.

But, I need human flesh!

And when I find it,

I take out my sharpest knives and ask the body...

Can I Lighten Your Load?

WLL

CAN I LIGHTEN YOUR LOAD

(Wickford Village, Rhode Island)

I'll just rip off one of your huge arms... the left one... and throw it in the cauldron!

And I'll pull off one of your well muscled legs... the right one... you won't need it anymore!

Oh, and I'll definitely need to scoop out your still steaming brain... it's a delicacy where I'm from!

It's so much fun to talk to your food... as you prepare your meal... oh yes, you'll last a good week!

WLL

ALONG THE PATHWAY OF THE HORROR UNDERGROUND

Some men are compelled to make their own horror, because they are evil!

They proudly walk... Along The Pathway Of The Horror Underground!

RLJ

ALONG THE PATHWAY OF THE HORROR UNDERGROUND

(Washington, D.C.)

Walking along the dark paths of the horror underground, you better have your back covered!

Having friends along those paths is the best way to survive the horror that might attack you!

If you "waltz cocky" down those pathways of fear and vanishings... have your dues paid!

Wait, there is a man of Trump design... he is now walking the path of the horror underground... and he has many enemies on the path... some of them monsters... and they will eat us with him!

RLJ

THE RIVER OF MY MEMORIES (AN EXCERPT)

An old man sits in a darkened room, confined to a wheelchair.

The time is now nighttime... and he has just begun his nightly routine.

He sits by the window, staring out into the courtyard... and remembers!

He daydreams about his sordid past,

The delicious horror,

Of the reasons he is now a permanent inmate in this asylum for the criminally insane. 

His memories are a river of the stuff of nightmares!

RLJ

THE RIVER OF MY MEMORIES  (AN EXCERPT)

(Cabin John, Maryland)

...Out back of the house, behind the small stretch of forest, runs the river of my memories!

When I was a young kid, I skinned my first kitten on the bank... washing the blood away in the flowing water!

Later in life, I murdered my first dog in the same place along the bank... and I buried it deep in the damp soil!

Oh, the memories of the thrill of murder... and now at the age of 21, it is time to add my first human to the river of my memories!...

DCL

ONE MORE HORRORIFIC NIGHT

When nature becomes a monster and goes on the rampage,
Puny humans suffer its horror!
And when nature rampages at night,
All can expect... One More Horrific Night!

WAM

ONE MORE HORRIFIC NIGHT

(Los Angeles, California)

The prodigal Southern California terror storms have returned... with a horror vengeance!

Tonight, we huddle terrorized in my weather assaulted house out here in what was a neighborhood desert!

Out here, where weather moisture had forsaken us for years, we decided dry was the dreaded new normal!
But like we all know horror is, it often comes to you like a teeth bared monster... in the darkness... attacking the innocent.... and giving its victims one more horrific night!

WAM

WARNINGS FROM NOSTRADAMUS

Albert Moore is being an educator right now.

Albert is telling his young son about more realities of the past.

They are surveying the vast burnt landscape below, from above.

Albert is giving his son... Warnings From Nostradamus!

AWM

WARNINGS FROM NOSTRADAMUS

(Citrus Heights, California)

Well, son... the end of the world happened on a day in the future that is actually yesterday!

Long expired men of the ability of a seer saw that now is the beginning of the end of days!

There is no 666 or devil's horns... the evil that rained horror down on mankind came from factious men!

And now, today, a bloated fat finger is only inches away from splitting the atom that can destroy all that your our created!

AWM

WHERE ARE THE BEATING HEARTS

1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C.!

The heartbeats of America should beat strong there!

But wait... are you listening... do you hear the bloody screams from inside?

Of the address, there be blood sucking vampires afoot!

And they are draining the red from those hearts!

All of this begs one to ask... Where Are The Beating Hearts?

RLJ

WHERE ARE THE BEATING HEARTS

(Washington, D.C.)

A beating heart has blood coursing through it, doesn't it?

And every man alive has a beating heart with blood in it, doesn't he?

 A beating heart, by way of the thermodynamics of the human body produces heat, doesn't it?

Then, by the reason of logic, where is the blood and the warmth of the demonic men of Pennsylvania, Ave. who are dragging my horror America straight to hell?

RLJ 

THE ALTERNATIVE-RIGHT NIGHTMARE (NIGHT 22)

The nightmare continues!

There is no relief in sight!

What in the hell can I really do about it?

Oh well, another night spent in... The Alternative-Right Nightmare!

RLJ

THE ALTERNATIVE-RIGHT NIGHTMARE  (NIGHT 22)

(Herndon, Virginia)

I've been asleep for three weeks straight, entangled in the throes of a living nightmare reality!

In my tornado of a horror vision, I am inside the perverse embodiment of The Twilight Zone!

The insane happened... Donald Trump was elected President of the United States of America!

 And soon, in the new alt-right America, the Mexicans vanished, the Muslims vanished, other tan skinned people vanished... and the "blacks" vanished... horror of horrors in the alt-right America!

RLJ