Shiny Black Rainbows #8

The Blood Countess

Surprisingly a lot of people don't know who Elizabeth Bathory is. She was a real mortal blood drinker, and for that reason called "The Blood Countess". Bathory was born in Transylvania in 1560, and married the Slovak Count Ferene Nadasdy in 1575. She was a cruel woman and punished her servants viciously. After her husband died in 1604, she started killing the servants. It all started when a chambermaid saw something wrong with her headdress, as punishment for seeing it, Bathory boxed her ears. Blood gushed from the maids nose and splashed on Bathory's face. When she washed it off, apparently she though her skin looked younger and whiter in the places where the blood was. It was then she decided that she would bathe her entire body in human blood to stay young. Several times girls accused Bathory of biting them (that's why people though she was a vampire).

Bathory kept on killing until 650 young virgin girls died at her hands. She was sentenced in 1611 to life imprisonment to a room in her castle. There were no windows and only a small hole for food and water to be passed through. Three years later she died in that room. She had many delusions, but her "rejuvenating blood baths" might have just been a convientient excuse to her subconscious, for her need for human blood. That's why people were never quite sure if she was a vampire or not.

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Poems

True Love, By lovenpeace@juno.com

All this believing in something, not there
has wasted all my energy.
has wasted me.
and I'm sick of being wasted
I'm tired of being nothing to everyone,
and something to only you
so why do you disturb me
inside my twsited mind
and why do you confront me with my past
but tell me to forget it all
How is it that you annalize every thought of mine
and remind me of what I am
when I'm trying to forget myself.
You say I can't consult with death anymore
when the understanding darkness makes me want to die
and when I'm alone surrounded by all fear
Why do you take the time to make it go away
and how can you let me cry on your shoulder
when I'm in so much pain.
ripping and tearing my drops of blood
I don't understand why you soak it all up
why do you waste your time,
trying to keep me alive.
when all I want to do is die.

All The Same, By Me

Let's all run naked through the park one night
Where everyone's the same without the light
No one would have a reason to lie
Then maybe no one else would die
Isn't it a real shame,
that everyone can't be the same?
Would it really be so strange
If the world decided to change?
Girls just dying to be thin
Thd drunk dreaming of what he's been
Junkies killing for their next hit.
All this, just so they can forget.
What it's like to be alone,
waiting by a silent phone.
No one would have any shame,
If everyone all looked the same.

Annabel Lee, By Edgar Allen Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me,

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than a love-----
I and my Annabel Lee
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee:
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
in this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me---
Yes!--that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we---
Of many far wiser than we---
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Death, By W.B. Yeats.

Sent in by Soul17

Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits hie end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his murderous pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath;
He knows death to the bone-
Man has created death.

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Reviews

Movies

[Valley of the Dolls]

This was the best movie. It's just like the book, but the end is a little different. It has Patty Duke and Sharon Tate, and was made in 1967. Everybody has really sophisticated make up and clothes. It's about 3 friends that take pills, and call them their "dolls". Jennifer is the beautiful one, Neely is an actress, and Anne is sort of like the girl next door. They all get mixed up with various different men, and the sex scenes are really cheesy. They imply more than they show, which is sort of nice, because there isn't many movies like that anymore. Anyway, If you can you should see this movie. Especially if you've read the book. Its a 10.

Books

[Lost Souls] by Poppy Z. Brite

This was the best book. I just loved it. It's about vampires, and homeless kids who listen to Bauhaus. All sorts of different people. There's this boy Nothing who's a vampire but doesn't know it until he finds his family. Steve and Ghost have a band called Lost Souls?. Ghost can sort of read other peoples minds. Christian is a vampire that owns his own bar but he's always looking for Zillah, another vampire. It's really quite sad. Anyway you should read this book if you get the chance, it's really good. Definately a ten.

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Lyrics

[Angry Johnny], By Poe. Sent in by PitaGrrrl

Johnny, angry Johnny, this is Jezebel in Hell

I wanna kill you
I wanna blow you... away (repeat)

I can do it to you gently
I can do it with an animals grace
I can do it with precision
I can do it with gourmet taste

But either way ~either~
Either way
I wanna blow you
I wanna blow you....away

I can do it to your mind
I can do it to your face
I can do it with integrity
I can do it with disgrace
But either way ~either way~

I wanna kill you
I wanna blow you....away
Johnny, angry Johnny, this is Jezebel is Hell (repeat)

I can do it in a church
I can do it anytime or place
I can do it like an angel
To quiet down your age

But either way ~either~
Either way
I wanna kill you
I wanna blow you....away

I can do it in the water
I can do it on dry land
I can do it with instruments
I can do it with my own bare hands

But either way ~either way~
You know where it stands
I wanna kill you
I wanna blow you....away

Johnny, angry Johnny, this is Jezebel in Hell

Where did you pleasure go
When did the pain come through you
Where did your happiness go
This force is running you around now
Getting you down now
Where is your pleasure Johnny
Where has your pleasure gone now
Johnny, angry Johnny, this is Jezebel is Hell(repeat)

[Bare] by the Cure. Sent in by Tool1127

If you've got something left to say
You'd better say it now
anything but "stay"
just say it now
we know we've reached the end.....
we just don't know how
"well at least we'll still be friends..."
yeah one last useless vow...
"there are different ways to live"
yeah I know that stuff
"other ways to give"
yeah all that stuff
but holding on to used to be
is not enough
memory's not life
and it's not love......

We should let it all go
nothing ever stays the same
so why does it hurt me like this
when you say that I've changed?
when you say that I've aged?
say I'm afraid.....

and all the tears you cry
they're not tears for me
regrets about your life
they're not regrets for me
it never turns out how you want
why can't you see?
it all just slips away
it always slips away.... eventually...

so if you've got nothing left to say
just say goodbye
turn your face away...
and say goodbye
you know we've reached the end...
you just don't know why
and you know we can't pretend
after all this time
so just let it all go
nothing ever stays the same
so why does it hurt me like this
to say that I've changed?
to say that I've aged?
say I'm afraid

but there are long, long nights when I lay awake
and I think if what I've done....
and how I've thrown my sweetest dreams away.....
and what I've really become...
and however hard I try
I will always feel regret
however hard I try
I will never forget................

I will never forget.........

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Disgustipated

Here's an intersting little story. It was sent to me by Tool1127 (Hi Jacob). He didn't know who wrote it though. I like it.

it was daylight when you woke up in your ditch, you looked up at your sky, that made blue be your colour. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. You hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your colour was green. Oh lord why does everything have to keep changing like this.... you were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. You head was almost empty, it always hurt when you woke up like this. You crawled out of your ditch, unto your gravel road. and you began to walk. Waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see your car parked down the road, and you walked toward it. "If God is our father" you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin". Why didn't anyone else understand these important things...when you got to your car you tried all the doors, they were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case lying on the seat. Out acress your field you could see two tiny people walking. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your colour... and of course, those little people were yours too........

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Various Ads

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If you have anything you want to plug or promote just tell me. Your ad will be in here for 2 weeks, unless you tell me otherwise. If you want it longer, just say so.

[It goes without saying that your ad will be here at the web site for practially forever - Nick]

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Advice Column

Advice Column "My friend introduced me to this one guy and kept telling me that he acts like he likes me and we should hook up, blah, blah, blah. She went on and on about it. Then the next day she called me crying saying that he wanted to hook up with me. She was mad that he liked me and I liked him, but this was the same girl who said all that "ya I think he likes you" crap. But she has a guy now, so what's her problem?? Now nothing has happened between me and him becuz of her. he told my other friend to call him, but I'm afraid my other friend (the one who was crying) will find out and think I'm becoming "friends with her friends" and end up hating me. But I don't think she should have said that stuff about "us being perfect together" if she was gonna get mad about it.... What should I do???"

"I guess this all depends on how good of friends she is with tht one crying chick.. if she is good friends with her I think she should ditch the guy, because friends are sooo important. friends are priority number one (or number two if you have a family) but if this crying chick is a wanker then why is she wasting her time? and of yeah, key word: communication. talk about it dammit. things usually work out in the end once you get things all cleared up and shit."

~ Tool1127

"Why is she so upset esp if she has a boyfriend. In my opinion I think she may be a little jealous that he likes you, but I don't know either of you so I suggest talking itover with her and if you really like the guy, don't let her get in the way. A true friend would be happy you found someone you like and they wouldn't get mad at you or try to deprive you of that happy feeling."

~VIOLET7

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Survey

Here's this week's Survey

1. Do you believe vampires exist???

2. How many books a year do you read???

3. How many pairs of shoes do you buy a year???

4. Who is your idol???

5. Do you watch soap operas??? Which ones???

6. Do you own a record player?? Records???

7. What's your favorite item of clothing???

8. "Popular", by Nada Surf, love it or hate it???

9. What question would you most like to see on this survey???

10. What do you think is the best album ever made??? (Make sure you include the bands name)

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Closing

Sorry this was sooo long this time, but I had lots of stuff to talk about. There's no question or thought of the week, because this is long enough. Send your survey responses, advice questions, poems, lyrics, Ads, and whatever else you think is interesting to: KITENZ@aol.com. Could you please tell me if you change your screen name, it makes things a lot easier for me. Summer's almost over! Enjoy what's left of it. Bye bye

Luv,

Laura

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