Thursday, April 30, 2026
CONVERSATIONS WITH LADY MORGANA
In the past, I have not always said complimentary things about LADY MORGANA. Yes, she is an evil Witch. She does get under my skin daily. She is far from perfect, but so am I. We have had good times over the years as well as many challenges and tragedies. Indeed, her dead hand love technique borders on the unbearable. Over the years, we have gone to five marriage counselors including one who was a gay man and they all recommended we divorce.
I am the child of divorce and I know the damage divorce causes and the pain of being a child in a toxic, co-dependent relationship. Sometimes you have to burn the house down to save it. Other times, you have to sacrifice to save a vulnerable child and put your needs second or third. Maybe your needs do not get met at all.
Last night was one of the good occasions which started off with upset with a neighbor before heading out to a rare dinner for a charity function. It was there I realized again that life is not all tragedy and people bent on evil. Perhaps most of life, but not all. Connection can nourish strength and give empowerment to seize the day.
I have failed in the past, but failing my child is NOT an option. MUSIC is the HEALER. LOVE is the HEALER. FAITH is the HEALER. HELPING OTHERS is the HEALER.
And so it goes.
It is time for a new beginning.
VLAD'S PET PEEVES - THE BIG LIE
A lie so big that even when the receiver is in on the lie, the perpetrator reuses to admit the truth or debunk the lie. A kind of mindfuck that makes the receiver of the lie doubt his/her perception of reality and get gaslighted as the lies inevitably continue.
Wednesday, April 29, 2026
CONVERSATIONS WITH LADY MORGANA
When COVID hit, I was under the false belief if I lasted five days I was cured, but I ended up with COVID PNEUMONIA which has a 50% mortality rate IF YOU GO TO THE HOSPITAL, which I refused to do. To LADY MORGANA's credit she did call the paramedics which I declined and did take me to an immediate care medical center which I threatened to leave a few times due to the long wait outside and inside. Once diagnosed, I went home with some antibiotics and meds for the cough, but when I consumed all, they refused to refill the meds and I still had COVID PNEUMONIA which involved coughing up BLOOD and being UNABLE TO BREATHE.
I was fighting for my life while being aware I might lose and die any minute, but LADY MORGANA seemed to take this all in stride. I even said that if I got COVID a second time, I would just kill myself because the pain and anguish was so great, knowing that reports were out you COULD get COVID more than once,
I was so exhausted from coughing up blood and being unable to breathe that I called LADY MORGANA over and asked her to sit with me thinking she would console me. After a brief pause of silence, LADY MORGANA sat down and said she thought she had COVID too and that when I died from COVID PNEUMONIA, she was going to throw out my extensive VINTAGE PORN COLLECTION.
I knew I could not let rage destroy me and that LADY MORGANA was deceiving, gaslighting, and baiting me, but whatever strength I had, I reserved to stay alive. Over time, my health improved and I began to feel better enough to feel RIGHTEOUS ANGER and BETRAYAL at how I had been mistreated and humiliated when I was DYING.
Things built up to RAGE and I felt I had to do something IMMEDIATELY. "What would a GREAT MAN do?" I asked myself.
LADY MORGANA was asleep in the bedroom so I grabbed a paper towel roll from the kitchen and wet it down with tap water. I entered the room in the darkness and threw the PAPER TOWEL ROLL with all my diminished MIGHT at the bedroom wall which struck with a dull thud and splash as LADY MORGANA let out a shrill shriek which cut threw the night.
I thought the neighbors would surely call the police and after roughly ten minutes there were flashing lights and five or six huge cops coming through the door with guns. If I had been buttering toast as the door opened, this story would never be told. I was given over a month extended vacation in recompense and had some time to ruminate over the matter at length.
Truth be told, I was not aiming at the wall.
Tuesday, April 28, 2026
CONVERSATIONS WITH LADY MORGANA
VLADVAMPIRELORD tried to speak slowly and with a calm manner as he stated, "I am not one of those people that drops an F bomb every three seconds just to affect mannerisms and street jargon."
LADY MORGANA listened in silence smiling patiently while she waited and sighed as LORD VLAD continued with the diatribe.
"If I use curse words or profanity it means I am extremely angry and NOT to be fucked with. Do you understand." VLAD menaced as his tone sharpened and his voice rose.
"I despise curse words. If you do not have anything NICE to say, don't say it all." LADY MORGANA said in dull monotone in retort as VLADVAMPIRELORD grimaced and began hearing the words FUCK FUCK FUCK in circular repeat as his face flushed blood red.
Monday, April 27, 2026
Sunday, April 26, 2026
CONVERSATIONS WITH LADY MORGANA
Today I mentioned in passing to LADY MORGANA that in case she didn't notice, I had changed to a red shower liner.
"Is that what that was?" Replied LADY MORGANA nonchalantly.
"I thought it was blood."
Saturday, April 25, 2026
Friday, April 24, 2026
Thursday, April 23, 2026
DEEP THOUGHTS WITH VLADVAMPIRELORD
Don't tell me to GO TO HELL. I'm there right now. I don't have to go anywhere.
LIFE IN HELL
So I don't get much sleep and I want to jack off in the morning, but I hear an engine noise and the silhouette of a ladder on my window as well as loud male Mexican chit chat. Then I see the shadow of some dude go up the ladder just as I am about to get the Christy Canyon VHS tape.
Motherfucker.
Maybe I can get a brief vamp nap with no ejaculation after I call in ICE.
Wednesday, April 22, 2026
VAMPIRELORD LESSONS
"Do NOT fuck with me in the morning. I wake up angry and my meds have not kicked in yet."
Tuesday, April 21, 2026
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