Csarina is Me

I now sit in Starbuck's in the Mall of America.  I ate for a little while with Eton and talked about history.  Eyes of Blue, I was thinking of you.  I believe that you were Csar Nicholas II.  You were Russian Vampire in that lifetime.  The caridge you were mowed down in was an indication of vampirism.  Their weight is actually held by the vampires in the vehicle.  Lady Di is about to be devoured in the sky because she had a satanistic society viewing her in a very public caridge ride on tv.  Her escort was vampiric and she was not.

I also look at the werewolfery of Eton and I know those eyes are Polish gypsy.  He is Raspbutin and he was actually from Poland.  He was and will be a gypsy for eternity.  He has the strongest psychic gift on the planet, thus he can see everybody.

The csarina used his gift thus was not there that day.  I believe that she is still alive, but looks famously old with protruding veins on face and forhead due to lack of blood.  She is a pariah north of Moscow.  I believe it is time for you and I Nickolai.  Put the bitch 6 feet under or Rasbutin will rise and ruin what is left of the world economy.  He is glaring at me vampirically, telepathically.  Secure him a food source outside of the energetic food of the Mall of America.  He is about to go very werewolfery, but view for posterity vampirically.  Nonsense is the ware that he peddles.  It is wizardry and he is a master.  If he forgots things he will make new shit up.  He will teach the nonsense of my grandfathers and I can close that book for eternity.

So Mr. Brady I believe that you were a knight in this system and your eyes did paralyze.  You cannot meet me or see me until you have spent some time paralyzed in Sing Sing prison.  When you can waltz properly, you can go free.  No more football for eternity.  In prison you can use your eagle eye to find and torture men from my past.  Be careful about Laci.  He is herpes infinity.

Eli you were a Russian Jew.  You were a flesh trader in that kingdom.  You were, and are, cruel, brutal, and mean.  You have your own flesh to deal with.  You are no longer almighty.  You should have taken care of the threat that is my brother years ago.  It would have taken just a little public social cruelty to turn the tables and to begin new associations.  He is Czar Peter.  Like now, he was down low like Csar Nickolai is today.  I met this man in an incomplete form, at Coaches in Indy.  He is about your age.

Russia is a land of incompletes.  I respect that and stay away.  I just honor their history today.  At the Nickolis era, witchcraft had taken over the land in the USA, thus a csar could not rise.  By placing these individuals in russia, we established an empire that could balance and fight back against arrogant american "democrasy".  Dominanace for white males would have not even feigned an existance and reproduction would have become impossible.

I see russia as a place I am free to be royalty without resistance.  I can retreat with Nicolai into his tomb and we can form a scene mystically in this incubation chamber.  Baby is me.  We will unravel the curtails and destroy the blinds of american hypocrisy.  Nickolai I am ready to be sweet daily and to have only you touch me.  I will just say in this forum that who you were was a minor threat when you bedded me.  I wasn't ready for your history.  We did not make love, we passed the time physically with no connection.  Hockey was your albatros.