Vampires and Narcs
17 min readSep 23, 2022
Life of Watching Vampires.
A life of watching vampires and narcassists.
This blog is satirical, funny, and meant to be humorous. You can re-read and learn. Sorry for my strange readings and writings. I am a partially sighted, dyslexic Savant. LOL. Only joking. Have faith. & VERY SERIOUS.
What is a vampire? What is heaven? What is hell? And why is WHO in charge? Who is WHO? Some may believe that we are born gifted and talented. Nature and nurture plays a similar role. Which is most powerful?
Since we cannot fight Mother Nature. We all talk and learn about Mother Nature. But who is our true father?
Which came first, the seed or the tomatoe?
Who powers the sun?
And who now powers the children of men?
What is a man?
What is a rainbow?
Is a rainbow the shape as above?
When people choose to have children out of love, were they making rainbows?
Or are only a few children given that knitted in talent to love?
Maybe just one. Maybe two by two. Or from an old big book, from a narrative of God, a narrative of man. Monsters we cry. Monsters, monsters, monsters, monsters, we cry, and the parents cry, look at my kid, that’s not my fault?
It’s a child of god, not a sheep or a baby goat. Did you make love to have this?
Are you faithful to motherhood and fatherhood?
For one day, like Jimmy Morrison said, your children will own you one day. That’s Jimmy Morrison, from The Doors.
Case Study Number 1
Let’s open up the door to narcissism!
Find a little flower, a daffodil on its’ own, let’s piss and trample on it. Because this little daffodil, narcissus, loves being on its’ own. A tiny, lonely flower. No matter if it is stood in great soil, why do we cling to the weeds? The yellow narcissus cries.
Oh, how I long for a puppy, some sweets and a strangers loving song. I smell sweet out here like a black flower fragrance, all alone. Mother, father, why does my life stink?
The father is half of the child. The mother, the other half. Mother Nature let’s make an illusionary father then. If a narcissist vampire mother can die out the gift, the light, given from birth, let’s say knitted in the womb, I wonder if there is a massive difference and can the unborn baby, without love, without care, just created out of lust, knowing what is going to happen, sensing it’s own future, a baby born of the greatest light, shot out of the womb, full of fright. The tunnel that was ground wide, the baby shooots out, hits the ground. All the people around shout, here’s your lovely baby. What you going to name it?
Depends if it was created out of love. Could a narcissist mother or father ever teach a new born love? Or would it just die out it’s light?
Kill its’ wits. Give it no sense. Black and white the baby. Lie to the partner. Lay with other partners, for they need to run from the house. My child is killling me, I’ve got no time anymore to watch TV. And I am telling you now, little baby, when you grow up, you’re going to have a hell of a fucking fight? Not with the world outside!
You’ll love all the strangers wide, I’m going to make you run to strangers. And hide from lovers and kind. Since I did not make love to create love. For some strange reason, it is in my blood. Let’s call it God, God’s way. God’s child. Like the seed and the tomato, which came first?
Because I’m sure on the night of conception, you had zero energy to defend your personal rights. You didn’t give a fuck. You wanted to come, you wanted some fun. And this is how this story begun.
Born from a person so dim of life, God went, I’m going to make the baby right. Came out beautiful. And after been spat out and picked up off the floor, your mother or your father, you’re too good, you’re too beautiful, you’re too honest. You’re born free. Born balanced. Like two wolves. Fighting for the right. So, so bright. So, so bright. I’m going to brainwash. I’m going to scare you. I’m going to gaslight you. Every day and night. For little child, when you hit that floor, we saw a massive light. Mother, mother, mother, does that mirror me?
Is this the shine, the brightness that you had to kill in me?
Because you lived like a flea on the back of dirty men. Mother, father down here below. Dogs have more dignity. And you think that a dog licking its arse is bad. Oh, how these beautiful children, not children from good men, grow up sucking out the brightness of Mother Earth’s kings. Are kings and queens metaphorical?
Whether that be dogs, cats, in this new world disordered, God’s children, come last. And those with the greatest talents that have two great wolves within, shine, shine, shine, so bright. Two wolves like twin flames in the night. It’s like a Disney film.
So who is God?
First answer, who is Mother Nature?
Who created the first tomato seed?
And how can a monkey become a man?
Like mother and father above, they don’t grind down evil, they grind it in. And as for their kin, fuck my little kids. Their ‘light’ is so bright that it makes me look fucking shite.
Now I was born of a bad mother, so I walked every day alone with a real father. One that you cannot even see. Because the one that fucked my mother, and I am the one telling this story, tried to strangle me, rape my mother, yet again, call it love, and put a 12 Bore Shotgun down her throat. Like she was a geese, gobbling that long gun in. These two parents, loving and enjoying their fight, fucking hell, it became every night. That’s at age 11. We had to run from that fucking gun. The two children watching every night, this next night, after running from the alcoholic basking in the sun. Like Dick Turpin, I grabbed a blanket and turned it into a bag, and ran. And mother rushed us off to a new fucking man. I am fucking 55 now. I have hardly met a man in my fucking life. Women now, all wear frilly pants, plastic shit down their bras, popping pills and contraceptives, not giving a shit about any fucker’s life. As long as they get to tell a fucker’s story and get fucked by another stranger in the night. Me, I would call that the devil’s work! For I put the fucking devil in its place! Behind me, whatever you want to call it. So devil fuck off, you dance behind me, and count, count ,count your fate. The others walk in hell. My imaginary father every where I fucking walk and everything I fucking touch, becomes, becomes, and becomes, a heavenly, heavenly, and more heavenly place. The more you people send shit to my plate. Van Helsing Vampire Slayer. Garlic and the cross. Do you want to explore this story?
Just keep scrolling.
For we do not know the whole story yet. I do believe, in 2022, WHO created this Divoc virus? Sounds like a divorce. Created by who? Lockdown, lockstep, stay safe, how do you do. Oh, we’ll have none of that, Simon says. Now watch how you poo. By 2023, when you go to the loo, I wonder if there will be monkey pox floating in your poo.
For the Divoc created, is about you divorcing your brain, from real things. That is true.
For all the gifts and hate given to me, I feed it inside. Shines so wide and bright. Bigger than a fucking rainbow. I will never divorce myself from the truth. Myself, I’ve never had a word from God, it was knitted in, my CPTSD got me through. I don’t stand for shit and poo. I don’t mind if I stand alone with an imaginary father on my side. I will have a fight with any of you. I really will have a fight with any of you. Physical, mental , philosophical, whatever you want to do. I will only mirror you.
Why do I fight?
Why do I challenge you all so?
Why for 55 years, have you all spat on me?
Why for 55 years, have you all ignored me?
I am, and always was, born alone. The king of my own throne. And kept away from you debaucherous men, fake fathers. Just farters, not farmers of love. Not farmers, and creators, and shepherds of this imaginary God and his children.
Why do you turn the smallest beautiful things on earth and send them to rotten turf? Like the girl I met in the pub for a night out and some serious love (28 years ago, or so, Ah SO Grasshopper)?
Bad turf. bad soil, Is that where the smurfs and the magic mushrooms are?
For when you strike me, you little humans, I just see beautiful butterflies. And a 144000 on God’s and mine’s side. If a dog has more dignity, then like Covid and your divorce from your brain and reality, invert the word dog, GOD, how disgusting are these people?
To play letters and words, casts and spellings, sentence and courtship, under the block, and the dog.
This new world disordered, the virus is narcissism comes from great vampires. Like the films Dracula, Frankenstein, Disney’s Simba, Doris, Boris, how is this?
My imaginary father’s gift. Let’s call my father God and let me pretend or believe he is above. If I believe I am of his making, and I was born with free will and choices, then for the children of good men, and lets say the 144000 abused shining twin lights, with balanced wolves in their eyes.
They know how to feed. Only the good indeed. Over 55 years, my good battery is feeling full. Like Monster’s Inc’s crying gas tanks, Ra and Jupiter, LOL. With God’s grace, this little gas giant, a tiny little mon, born from a moth, that tore her own cloth, and still every fucking day, people look at me and show, who the fuck are you? You don’t look like me. Oh, oh, every fucking day for 55 years.
Hence butterflies. And God’s armour. Like a bronze warrior. I can just fly off like a dragon with my butterflies. If God created everything like it says in the big book, then I am going to warm myself away from the pests on Mother Nature’s back. And fly up near God’s sun. Like the cartoon, my skin is made of steel this time, my feathers will not melt under the sun. A flying solar cell. Not a porn star. Or a whore. Or a boy with a gun. You all want to wake up. Each and every next day. Is it really there to fuck everything up. I never hear a word from God. Well no, that’s a lie, just a white lie, I am allowed a few, just to tell a story or two. Tell a few stories just for fun. I have just realised. I find trouble telling lies. Unless it is for the safety of any child’s life. That’s why I am up for a fucking fight.
I’m going to teach the world how to fight for your rights. Bring your own light to the dark. And your own dark to the light. Me and God are here, why does everybody want to fight?
Shouldn’t we be living the light?
Shouldn’t we be in the light?
Happy two by two.
STOP your Netflix and your Disney. You are blinded by dark light. Make love, not war. This is a case study of a life of narcissistic abuse. Parental torture, governmental scheming, brainwashing to the masses, and to help you stop killing your own kids. They are not animals. If you don’t respect them, God will come in. And the other 144000 are going to get under your skin. LOL.
I am just imagining. I did speak to God, in a different way to others. And because of my dyslexia and Savont ways I cannot remember a thing that he said. I just remember something to the likes of, I’ll do that job. I’ll do it every night. I’ll do it every day. How far will you go to make the world shine bright?
We will explore narcissism and other mislabelled disorders. How humans have no sense of common sense. How perishing on advertising, films, and nursery rhymes can nurture and use your own nature to kill out a child’s own light. Almost like a ‘soft kill’. Every day and every night. How has this world become so disordered?
Hence I call it a “New World Disordered. “
Using Philology and Etymology.
Using Philology and Etymology, Google, the internet, YouTube, many bible references, all faiths and all religions to explore the myths and misconceptions and how we can just invite God’s beautiful children, ignored and abused, when they were spat out from the womb, hit the floor, and we now have a system. If you follow this story, of how brainwashing was born.
Here we go.
Pain pleasure principal. Principles. Rinse Charming. Prince Charlish. Childish.
Child haters, child abusers. Principals principalities rinceipalites and Disney glitter does not hold gold. Sue and sue, it’s just a little mon with free will, a blog and a place or palace to shine crystal clear, on the fear that seems to hold you and mould you. So that you become blind, dull, and chase dust and have no care, if you smell of must. We are not dogs, musks or moths, spiders, insects, or have a reptilian brain. That be a pathetic game. Darwinism, Dar win ism.
But you could symbolise others demise at your shine, by just flying away in your mind. You can shine and polish what was given and let’s say woven in from your first ever day that you remember some how in the womb. You then did not ever have the chance to choose your mother or father. Mine, Mum grew up a MOTH. My pretend dad, was as he knew, just a fly in the night, PRETENDER….Yes, The MOTH did surrender.
With his shot gun down my mum….WOW, what a night.
Many suffer far worse than me. Most definitely. This is just my story, case study. I am being selfish at last, using my pro’s. So forgive my errors and woes. It is just satire and fun. This is my story. Those that have suffered as well have a story. Please come here and share…..
Maybe it was God’s grace that led hate that way….?
Some educated men may convince you , or even just make you say, what they say. WHO ARE THEY? (WHO THE F DO WE TAKE OUR ADVICE FROM?)
Who ‘they’ anyway?
Do they rest with me at night?
Who rests with their child these days at night?
No, I have no time for my own children, so they run. The parents look at the past’s fun. Look what I made……Why do people work this way?
Was it a sick plan?
People, they hate me, the more that I am nice, kind and loving. THEY keep shovelling me away. My difference is I was told a lie from birth.
Brainwashed that I have no face. No tribe. Handsome, some say beautiful and I have saved lives all over the place. Yet others have had a far worse life.
While one man is crying, another is laughing, a bit like a magic mirror above all over the place. Near the Man in the Moon, flying over Mother Nature’s plane. All the DJs and radios all play the same. So if there is a mirror above, like a big dome, then it is shining down with bad rain. LOL, a Glass Home. Then all the bad shit goes up in the sky, then bounces back in another’s eye LOL
See how I think and cry…..You look up in the SKY….LOOK UP REAL HIGH.
Waters and sea, I see and when I pretend I can rise up and look down, a bit like I pretend I am an eagle or a dragon up high in the SKYS……….I LOOK DOWN AT EARTH.
YOU PEST GET OFF EARTH”S BACK. THE BUDDHISTS SAY OUR EARTH IS A TURTLE SWIMMING IN SPACE.
Then I am going to live as a Dragon, flying around human space. See people how they don’t treat me.
That is my RETREAT, yes, throughout all of you still! I SURRENDER???
Yes, still, again.
Never, no not at all. I do as I was born. Allow me to call this my own God’s grace.
FOR I HAVE NO HOME ON EARTH. No friends, just enemies. LOL. Mother Earth’s creatures are my friends.
For I am Fucked,, sorry LORD for the Words, just using their own shit to see them help themselves. Look at their OWN FACE before judging me, since my Face doesn’t fit.
Please God, then give all similar children born this way our daily gifts. (Is this a prayer?)
Shit, yet again, strength, humble, funny, lovable kind, seems EVIL words in this new place. Netflix and Disney are never, ever accused of being a disgrace, or even accountable. It’s mutable, not beautiful. Death, Pedos and films of people living as dogs and going off with it. Yet a bird born free may end up on it’s own, find a mate to build it’s grace to strive and live. Even a lost bird can build it’s own home, the same all over the world.
Many disagree with me and say it was the bird’s mother that taught it to build it’s nest home and teach it. BOLLOCKS, I said, go look and watch how wonders are made, when bad parents are made to create ignorant racists, mistakes and egotistical fakes. Yet all the same birds can make the exact perfect nests. I would then say it’s skills for the bird was knitted in it before it’s birth. So Etymological wise, like a snake or a reptilian parent.
Where are all the Butterfly Folk……?
Who can make a rainbow….?
Where is our Prince Charming..? Where is Snow White…? Where is my apple…? Where are my seven whores…?
Am I Shrek..? More Es please, No that’s for the children of bad mother’s.
Our King and it’s horse….What is nationalism…?
And how many sons and daughters can we make, create and say…here you FAKE…
Have a Certficate MATE…Now girls want to be boys and boys look at their own penises and go…look MUM can we chop this off?
It’s not like the one in Disney, Netflix or YouTube….And when we are done, can I look like a black female NUN and put a BULL RING through my nose…..???
Yes, the one thing that you should not cut off, just to spite you MUM or a friend since your DAD loves men running around like twits chasing balls so the groupies can call and get some skin….And then the children can play with balls and bring the GOLD back home.
That’s a gold digging mum, teaching her little girl to always run from good, scam a real man if you can. Many, and many, the more better off, since the boys and girls from the MOTHs and Football Farts shout all the wrong songs….Yet, from the same shit DJs playing brainwashing songs.
iPads and NIKE kids…..You can’t go wrong….
Anyway, if you go wrong in life, I taught you like a MOTH, just shag and fight…In the end, my little child, bring the GOLD back All Right. That’s a narcissistic family. Vampire values.
This is real. After 28 years in a relationship, I heard a lover’s mother to her daughter say….”I am listening though…I am listening though…”
On my own ears, as a witness, I heard the same MOTH mother that was not my MOTH mother, just another..
She says, “you don’t need a doctor, yeah, you do need a doctor.. Yes you need it, no it’s good fa ya that’s why..Come sit here…am listening though…. am listening though…I never said you need a doctor….”
Now that is real above, I have it on audio. That, we will explore later. I took recordings on professional advice. Do you have the brain to decode the above conversation..?
Parts are left out of the conversation.…More from the word from the mother later…This is what we are showing you.
How words effect, and are used perfectly to groom, and abuse, and manipulate.
Syntax and schema is hidden above, so below we will explore what I witnessed…. Maybe my imaginary friend, father, was witness too.
LOL. So God was my witness. And Am from a good father.
Have I ever heard that syntax in my own mother…MOTH…? NO
Let’s call that a white lie. Maybe I never noticed it, until two years after the conversation above about the mother and the daughter. When my own MOTH spoke to me about a very serious issue.
As truth came out, my own mother said, “I don’t See How That Is, Do You? “
Is that starting an argument…..?
My mother never phones, or sees me, ever. I am 55, partially sighted and real idiotically dyslexic, and feel a twat Savant. `Made of steel and smell of roses.’
Look like bronze, and from a foreign land. Here we are in the UK. Born in the UK, 55 years or so, ago. My lover is a few years younger, let’s roll the story. Scroll below.
Pocket full of posies is a big evil sham, or a nursery rhyme.
Anyways, plants live in Nursery’s…AND you are that, that can read and write. YET so deaf, dumb and blind that none of us are perfect or wholesome…We are not food and you can’t eat rock or MONEY but by heck does the world’s people feed themselves with shit. And groom themselves to pity. Petulance is ripe. Harvest they come. THIS WE STOP.
If I told the above to others, in this Closed Coffin Case Study, about NARCISSISM, Vampires and we are going to have some fun learning how each and all of us can be Van Helsing Vampire Slayers…..This Dragon that can’t read or write, or stick to RIGHT WING or LEFT PATH.
I have a garden in my mind,,it is Huge and such a huge, huge place…Go Find you own Zarathustra Rock and Cave, make your head and brain bigger than your boss or some one that YOU LET PUT IN YOUR PLACE…..Boss, know you are my Lord I Con Traction, and use it to do your shit, I will not fail you fake mother, father or BOSS..
For where art thou Casting Couch…?
Obey, obey!
May I sit and rest my little face on the Bosses lap!
My MOTH maybe that TORN CHILDISH CLOTH…..
THIS HAS TO STOP.. Our future is in the hands of our own children.
If men and man and LTGB win…..I may have a chat that I can’t remember and like a fool to my imaginary DAD…I swear to GOD we are going to make abuse to children STOP.
We call this GOD’S PLAN.
AS ABOVE SO BELOW
This blog is satirical, funny, and meant to be humorous. You can re-read and learn. Sorry for my strange readings and writings. I am a partially sighted, dyslexic Savant. LOL. Only joking. Have faith. & VERY SERIOUS.
Have you heard of Cassandra Syndrome?
What is the Cassandra theory?
The Cassandra metaphor is applied by some psychologists to individuals who experience physical and emotional suffering as a result of distressing personal perceptions, and who are disbelieved when they attempt to share the cause of their suffering with others.
What is Cassandra disorder?
What is the Cassandra phenomenon? The Cassandra phenomenon refers to the non-Asperger’s person in the relationship’s experience of not being believed when they talk with a friend about the problems in the relationship with their AS partner.
The Cassandra Metaphor relates to a person whose valid warnings or concerns are disbelieved by others. The term originates in Greek mythology. Cassandra was a daughter of Priam, the King of Troy.
Google it for, you will never belive ME. But mi life is TRUE.
LOL. There is a Giant Horse in my head. Many of you have wrong TROJANS.
Who won Trojans or Greek? Chosen Geeks 2022 lol???
The Greeks
The Greeks finally win the war by an “ingenious piece of deception” dreamed up by the hero and king of Ithaca, Odysseus — famous for his cunning. They build a huge wooden horse and leave it outside the gates of Troy, as an offering to the gods, while they pretend to give up battle and sail away.
Welcome to “Govern a Mental” with “ingenious piece’s of deceptions”
SO STAY SAFE. KEEP APART. AVOID MONKEYS & STOP BEING HEALTHY.
I ASK…….Is that you too?
Away, off on with my horse, keep scolling for your HEALING.
