Let's Put It All Together

Hey vampire man from 1029. You come through the song, "You and Me," and I fill the pages with their lies through your fingertips. I love your smile and Irish guile. Didn't I tell you that William will give me away when Harry marries me at Westminster Abbey? You can be the RING BARER if you wish. I am dating this perfect union to be 11/22/15. I will be ageless by then, but, in chronological time I will be 45 on that day. An Irish man to be British KING and a UNITED IRELAND. No more Belfast. We will destroy the scurge there every day. Dublin will be the capital and we will build a new CASTLE in the direct center of the city for KING Christopher Dunlop. He can do missile alignment there for continental shift and "continent" rifts. You, Mr. Vampire, will redistribute the Irish lands as the top BRITISH LORD that you are with 100% Irish blood actually. Family lies are not yee. I, as his princess there, will be my most vampiric self, and he as well. No story to sell. I will paint and read to him Elizabethen novels as he redoes the tapestries of old. You can help with the false wizardry walls. Harry can tunnel through, but can never come to Ireland after that. He will destroy it all. He can be evil "across the pond" King for you all to hate and debate. Marriage is a good life for me, but even better for the mates to be. Singing in the hills is left for the lowlands of Scotland with my largest oddity, a vampire with advanced "bulky" weight, so muscular and free. He will guide the moon and stars in that space and time and we will make love to the animal rapture in the vicinity. He is my everything. He is the LINE DEPUTY of Marion County and a new kind of Presbytyrian POPE for Scotland ONLY. In the states we will all have our own different realities and evolving dominations of all industries. We are the champions, my friend.