Amlan/Marcus: Transylvania Chore-Line

Courageous Western vampire-consciousness inquirers make-ways to Romania for darkness-confrontation and offer 'expression' of mystery's thorn.

Vampire short. Have safe/happy weekend, all 

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AMLAN: Our trek to Romania finds us scholarship confidence made for vampire-IQ.

MARCUS: This work for blood-immortals 'stuff' has us in co-adventurer mode, pal!

AMLAN: There's so much richness for this alternative view of cannibalism, no?

MARCUS: Yes, we all drink water, but these blood-immortals need blood for image.

AMLAN: That's arms, Marcus; we'll coordinate Transylvania museum-IQ with Hell.

MARCUS: Vampires are either criminals or 'priestly' for alternative lifestyle, ok.

AMLAN: Yeah, but they're not witches or cannibals simple, Marcus; it's jar-weird.

MARCUS: True, and if we're to make Transylvania records, we need music-shade.

AMLAN: Facebook-like (for the Ego).

Amlan and Marcus, protagonist would-be heroes of this offbeat 'faerie-tale' of scholarship-confidence 'image' for blood-immortals (vampire) inquiry, darted to Romania (Transylvania!), where ideas and street superstition of what made blood-ingestion so incompletely unmysterious linked with 'overground' Earthling record of vital pseudo-academic pursuit of things of castles and murder and/or alternative kingdoms-domain imagery (for leviathan/uncertainty).

When they got to Europe, they were to find special museum images for their notes and were pleased to do so; and they wished to link their journal notes of academic-imagination with weapons-holding wandering valor in the streets of Transylvania (wow). Inside a museum where portraits of strange humans with offbeat color/glass were showcased on walls for visitors to ruminate about things of mysteries/cryptic-arts, Amlan and Marcus, protagonist heroes of this stranger story, thought they heard whispers (from Hell).

SHELBYE: You're quite good at billiards, prince-man.

AMLAN: I'm drunk and depressed and thinkin' of college-days of isolate-play, love.

SHELBYE: What's on the mind there, inside/beneath that frown-face, prince?

AMLAN: I journeyed to Transylvania, fended off a vampire with Holy Water.

SHELBYE: Making drinker-comedy for billiards-play inside the American Homeland?

AMLAN: I kid you not, love...and my best-pal (Marcus) was left-behind...in Hell.

SHELBYE: What's it?
AMLAN: I feel so good at pool tonight; defeating the likes of you (2-turns), sprited.

SHELBYE: So, now you're in Heaven, but you saw your pal left in Hell (Romania).

AMLAN: You said it right, love; and I'm lonely without Marcus; may be billiards!

SHELBYE: Maybe Marcus is a vampire now or returns to you...in dreams (ha).

AMLAN: That's medicine-talk, love; America's so safe for bluff (no hell-midways).

SHELBYE: Cool (Selfie-like).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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