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The Golden Book
The Golden Book
Apparently, theres great new book out about the little secret
world of tooth fairies called What-the-Dickens: The Story of a
Rogue Tooth Fairy. Have you ever heard of a little musical called
Wicked?? Duh of course you have. (If you havent then youve
been living under a pillow for the past couple of years.) Well its
fun and its from the author of that play, George MaGuire.
Anyways, if he had these vampires as clients, then why would he
be ordering them around? Do these vampires like to be told what
to do? The answer is apparently a resounding YES! There is a
rampant young group of privileged, overly spoiled vampire princes
that like to run around and get whipped and drilled real hard,
controlled by Dentist Everly (its what you might call a master-slave
relationship). What do these vampires look like? Well, Im glad you
asked. Lots of ornate plastic surgery. Lots of stretch marks.
Naked, wild. Very dramatic. Very angular. Very chi-chi. They stu
royal heirlooms under their stretched skin and in between their
organs, as not to flaunt it. The best way to describe them would be
to take everything you know about a traditional vampire (like say,
Nosferatu or Dracula) and throw that in the fire. I mean these
modern day Youngbloods are completely transforming the whole
notion of what it means to be a vampire on the world stage. You
may think they look like feral scamps, but these are cultured and
refined members of an elite nobility.
The vampires dash into action, sniveling their way through the
tarp, they are right on my trail. I take o my clothing so they cant
get the feeling that Dentist Everly has been brainwashing the
Youngblood princes into thinking that they are allowed one bite of
his patients after he anesthetizes them in exchange for his sexual
enslavement over them.
The glass ball fills with laughing gas and morphs inside out so that
a large tube goes into my mouth and down my throat, filling my
stomach and my body starts to metabolize the hot glass as it
shapes itself into heirlooms of the Youngblood nobility.
Anyways, I pass out and wake up with this dummy staring at my
teeth, waking up with the Dentists eyeball literally in my mouth,
checking to see how many glass heirlooms I formed. Luckily for me
this process does not turn me into a vampire.
Alls fair in love and war. Do you intend to cooperate with me,
Baby Bear?
Im not a BABY!!!! I scream! I hate it when they call me a baby,
Im a retired 50 year old writer.
We keep trying to molest one another until one of us gets the
upper hand. He knows that I have a sweet tooth so he keeps
taunting me with chocolate creme eggs that he lays for my taking
as gifts. Dont worry, I ate them. But As Usual, Im able to get out
of an uncomfortable situation totally unscathed. Attack is the best
form of defense so I start to poke him on all his itches to get him
to stop rubbing all my smooth spots.
On the right of us is a work light, I climb into the cage of the lamp
so that you can only see my head coming from the bars. I hop the
tripod unit out of the tarp. Nevermind that didnt happen, I lied. I
ran away from him, truthfully, because I was scared.
CHAPTER 3
Anyways, so I hop with the construction tripod light into the
information archives, where it is totally obvious what the deal is.
The room is a complete mess. Yeah, what a pig. The doctor has
ruined all his computers because he would always stu all his print
outs into the hardware space of his computer.
Next to his broken computers, theres a cute little diary with the
key still in the lock, so I take a look. All the computers and controls
turn on when I open the notebook. The first couple of pages are
recipes for cupcakes, but then the book completely changes
directions. Kinda freaks me out a little. After the cupcake part,
there are obsessively maintained, meticulous diary entries about
every single part of my genitalia. One of the computers shows a
CGI model of my sexual functions. He writes that he used to give
me laughing gas during his doctors visits in order to sneak around
my home and document my private writings and folk art. Some of
the other computers in the room show home-surveillance footage
from the camera on my XO labtop of me sitting alone in my room
being lonely and by myself. And according to his writing, Lazarus
Everly has been trying to brainwash me into a state of total house
arrest. The diary talks a bit more about how the wireless energy
coming from the plant is designed to feed the artificial bacteria
growing on everything in the bog, making the areas surrounding
my log cabin appear to be very health hazardous, preventing me
from ever leaving this land. This bacteria is also surveillance
sensory equipment that he is testing out on me that he wants the
Government to one day use. Then comes the juicy parts, there are
diagrams of how the Dentist has very intimate connections with
the President of the United States.
Why does the Dentist, if he wields so much governmental power,
care about what I do or say or think? I must find out why! I must
take a stand! I must break free!
So I go over to the controls and blow a big hole into the main
generator and I just stride right in. My matter keeps flipping back
and forth from being a liquid into being a gas until my moodswing swirls into a positive/negative vortex control pattern. I like
the repetition so I hide in the frequency to debut as electricity. I
am now totally wireless electric and I need to get my mind to trick
matter into going with us into a cloud.
But first things first. Gotta get Everly! I swoop down through the
air towards his spinal column and give him an electro shock
therapy back rub, completely breaking his back.
So its o we go to the Oval Oce. I am so glad to be out of that
horrible, seedy hangout for deviants, perverts and sex addicts.
reflecting the sunlight back into my eyes. Its almost as if time has
decided to slow down for this poignant moment, but the image
starts to linger too long, getting to the point where its boring and
time-consuming by the time it gets digitized. Well the book is
almost instantly digitized when it gets down to the street floor. My
fans just cant take the wait! The info goes out quick in this age.
When I finally come up with the brainy idea of getting Christmas
Mouse to sneak out of the cell in the middle of the night while
Night Guard is napping and steal the keys from him, its already too
late... its already happening. Every prisoner in the jail is rattling
their cups on the bars on their cell, chanting, CHA CHA CHA, CHA
CHA CHA. so I basepump my fist in the air, battering the
concrete roof of my jail cell into complete oblivion. At the exact
time the entire prison population punches in, breaking down my
prison walls, power-thrusting me up 10 floors, level by level, all the
way up to the roof. My fist pounds through the roof (a striking
silhouette against the full moon), with the prison collapsing around
it.
All the criminals underneath me decide to live underneath the
existing rubble, forming their own civilization based on spider
webs, preying on curious little explorers.
I spring into action, soaring in front of the moon! Thats when I see
him, Lazarus Everly. His face is being video projected into the
night sky.
CHAPTER 5
Then at the White House, Cha Cha Diva and John Jacob
Jingleheimer Smith get captured and sent to sexjail.
CHAPTER 7
In front of billions of people, I watch his face grimace back to me in
the sky. Hands around him are putting ping-pong balls onto his
face (he cant do it himself I paralyzed him the last time I saw him).
Huh?! Oh no, what does he think hes doing? Hes putting motion
capture devices onto his face! The video in the sky shows that the
ping-pongs are directly connected through wires to a ragged old
voodoo doll. His assistants are helping him write something
directly onto the doll. As soon as they write it, it instantaneously
appears on my stomach, saying, motion capture voodoo !
psychic mind control.
I am completely stupefied into a state of permanent shock.
Ironically, now my body is paralyzed and I really cant do anything
about it, unless I defeat him psychically or somehow destroy his
face.
The word wounds on my stomach disappear, just as they write
something new on the voodoo doll up in the video in the sky. The
words, The Golden Book was written by me as you, appear on
my stomach, and I cry inside. Ghostwriter Everly perhaps
controlled me the whole time I was in jail.