Kelso: Magician/Vampire (I)

Tri-part eerie/dark portrait of a tracked magician-vampire double-ID man of Hell, narrated by the writing 'prince' tracking him in the West/world.

Vampire and magician mixed media. Thanks so much for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to any representative person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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"I'm to relate to you a very dark and special tale of incomplete-distances readings of the leviathan/uncertainty of Earth realm Selfie-representations of intentionality and will, and of magic and blood-immortals (vampire) cannibalism on stage, for audiences, in invisibility, and for the vanity of social network anticipations. The vampire I wish to tell you about is Kelso, a 'fantastic' cult-underground stage-fave in the Western world and places like Arles and Transylvania and Boston and Vancouver. Kelso had become no ordinary-magician, with his special illusions of girls disappearing from boxes and coins seemingly displaced in time/space too quickly to catalog. No, he was not just a magician but a cannibal and vampire with dark-eyes of things of doubt, preying on pedestrians and street-thoroughfare before/after his special 'magical' performances which rendered all folks as blind and his victims as statistics for bad comedy."

"This particular first-portion of my supper-tale I relay to you concerns the work and dark-eyes of Kelso the magician/vampire in a French town called Arles, where the colors and skies of traffic and life reflected a nearly idyllic artistic reading of things of Blue Planet shoes. Indeed, it was a place where an iconic artist found 'cool' inspiration for work/life. This is where Kelso made one of his fave-stops on his road to having become a cult-fave underground stage-theater magician, with vampire consciousness worth a tourist's paranoia jar (for the Ego!)."

KELSO: Look my friends to the work of anarchy of physics.

AUDIENCE MEMBER: Why the coin vanished and you grimace, sir?

KELSO: I come to you with cinema-handshakes of leviathan/uncertainty!

AUDIENCE MEMBER: My friends and I witnessed you taking a woman in an alley.

KELSO: My work for magic and invisibility concerns the bloody-brain art of fog, ha.

AUDIENCE MEMBER: Surely, you're only rivaled by vampires (for theatrical Selfie!).

KELSO: Surely, you are sharp in your word-count, friend (cinema-like).

"Well, I had begun to track this underworld gargoyle of incomplete-distances readings of the leviathan/uncertainty of visible social network handshakes. I knew after seeing a few of his performances that he was no ordinary-magician with strange deep words/tones of what made magic such an illusion for contours and completions of Earthling doubt; no, he had a visage/grimace worth estimating a bloody-consciousness 'feel' of things of almost-sinister thorns (of the heart!). Finally, I witnessed him drinking the blood from the neck of a beautiful damsel in a Euro-rich post-party alley (wow). I consider myself his only witness, the witness of what's made Kelso...a Selfie-Lucifer (and my track/journal words continue for now, Facebook-like!)."

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)