THIS GROUP HAS NOW BECOME A HODGEPODGE THAT INVITES POSTS RANGING FROM GOTH MUSIC AND FASHION, 80'S ALTERNATIVE MUSIC, 90'S ALTERNATIVE MUSIC, HORROR MOVIES, POETRY, LITERATURE, NON-FICTION, WHATEVER ELSE. She was as legal as a nuclear war…and a million times worse. Her ancestors buried her in a glacier tomb under ten thousand tons of ice, because she could end all with a contaminated bite. Wouldn
’t you know it…Global Warming set her free. Word to the editor…here comes the predator. Vampire Glacia was purposely oblivious to the fact that three High Covens wanted her destroyed because she was a plague. Unless Kong Ultra performed beyond initial performance projections, she would be dead in less than two weeks. Why? She had mental defects, and the ability to destroy civilization. Her five-five frame of a gymnast was engulfed in a Black Golden State Steph Curry jersey she won in a Dub Nation Three-Point Competition. In defiance to mortality, she siren sang Del Rey. “In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angel living in the garden of evil. Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed. Shining like a fiery beacon….” And, oh, how this fiery beacon shined like a harbinger preceding Armageddon, which made her adversaries brazen. Yes, she was “that kind of girl”. An extinction-level event…a biotic crisis. Kong Ultra. Slick and composed of synthetic nano-tech tissue. Alloys. Innovation. Zombie. Revised, remanufactured, reengineered dead Antique Mortal. Kong Ultra was a trillion-dollar creation designed to crush, kill, destroy, and…protect. Jet black HUDspecs concealed Gansu eyes that have seen horrid and wondrous things, including Glacia, the tormented Nymphai-Muse hybrid beside him. She was off her mental coprolalia medication, which meant her unstable mind was incessantly absorbed within mythologies of sex and the scientific descriptions of reproductive organs. If that was all a natural-born vampire had to worry about, she would be a happy sanguinarian, but, as luck would have it, she was stricken with a genophobic curse, which meant she was not only obsessed with scarlet thoughts, she was repulsed by the very thought of consummation. If a male were to step towards her with sexual intent…well…he’d get dismembered. Kong was designed to be Glacia’s absolute. A dauntless protector, or executioner if need be. He made a lapdog look deceitful. The youthful replica of Antique Mortal knew his dead antecedent would roll the Lamborghini Urus into a ravine rather than driving Miss Crazy in her deteriorating condition. However, Kong Ultra’s advanced psychotropic chemicals ameliorated all possibility of agitation caused by Little Miss Darkside’s episodes veiled by the camouflage of prurient lyrics. Glacia ticked, “In the land of gods and monsters. I was an angel, lookin' to get F**KED HARD. Like a groupie incognito posing as a real singer. Life imitates art.”
Gods and monsters. Kong Pro saw many with obsolete opticals, and Kong Ultra seen plenty of those in 4K resolution, including the gorgeous monstrosity in the Recaro beside him, in flawless pitch, every note, and word delivered with soul and precision that out-flagged the original. Nymphai Immortals were like that.
