Praise From Jim Van Bebber

Just received a message from Jim on my voice mail saying that he digs my short films! This is very awesome news, because I am a huge fan of The Manson Family film which he made a few years back.
This past Fangoria we had a few (few?) drinks and talked about all kinds of shit including inside jokes about Puzzled. I gave him my 2nd short called Pure, and I guess he just watched it cause he said he feels haunted by these films.

This is very cool for me....
Thank you Jim-

In typical Jim fashion he said to change my fuckin out going message and go drink a beer!

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The End

In my hand I crush glass to feel you again, the wound will heal but not the pain; like so many memories of us, those thoughts now disperse like dust. I walk in the rain to soak in your blood, but it goes right through me just like your love. The glass tears at my vein... A smile is brought forth from the pain... and I know I will never see you again.
RR

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Impure

Drenched in blood of swine, eventually she sipped their blood like wine. But it was not her, who committed the act; it was her guardian demon that attacked. The helpless victims cried, spilling their menstruation as they died. Each drop of blood spoke to her in tongues, revealing secrets from airless lungs......

RR

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Vampire Curse

Candle lit caverns spiral under the sepulcher of hope, follow me through time, let us elope. Let us wander into the silence of serenity, where blood drained equals the gift of eternity. Entranced by your presence a spell I can't undo; It is I, your admirer from beyond that calls to you. How can I express my love without imminent death? Such a curse to feel your love as you breath your last breath. This hex I shall destroy for it tears me apart, hold me and kiss me as you drive the stake straight through my heart.

RR

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Forest of the Impaled

With open arms I welcome you fellow creature of the night, allow the fires that burn within, glow ever so bright. Stand beside me as we face the forest of the impaled, a vast vista of our enemies, accusers who failed. Let us step through puddles of blood and pieces of torn flesh, many in agony gasp for their last breath. Their blood pours into my chalice. All around us is horror filled with madness, yet this is my realm, this is my palace. If the flesh is represented by bread, I will dip it in blood and feast until they are dead. In a frenzied bloodlust state of mind I raise my sword and proclaim... from this day forward, all shall know my name and they shall heed my words of wisdom, or be bound, tortured, and maimed.

RR

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Immortal Love

Shadows filled the misty night and always, the darkness would invite. His desire was an excuse to kill, for ages he lived and killed until... He stared into those eyes, they grasped his inner self, they glared through darkness as she danced all by herself. Lust was what he felt for her, but it was something deeper he was after. Passion overcame his bloodthirst, yet he wondered of his immortal curse. But he felt her in his heart and he could not easily turn away, for her death would tear him apart and leave him feeling gray. Finally he had fallen victim to a stronger spell called love; so to keep her always with him, he drained her of her blood.

RR

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Amputee Fetish

Aroused by an image incomplete, climax induced by severed feet. No limbs from the time of birth, a feeling not of this earth. Her arms were amputated, disturbing thoughts accumulated. Ignite me within she begs! On my bed no arms, no legs. I loved her for hours; bathed her with blood-soaked flowers. I cannot explain this lust....some wrongly attach pure disgust, but wrong are they to judge! Naked she crawls leaving a moist smudge.

RR

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Lycanthropy

The first time we kissed, you brought out the animal in me, I had no idea that this would be literally. There was a sense of some type of entity, the moon was full you noticed my lycanthropy. My hands on your flesh became claws in your skin, my tongue in your throat licked you within. I swallowed your breath for death would come soon, the change was complete as I howled at the moon. Your severed flesh lay in a pool of blood immaculate, the aesthetic of my perversion at its pinnacle....I had to ejaculate.

The next time the moon is full, will I again be lead by fantasy? Will the metamorphosis become a habit of reality? Will another girl die as a result of my fancy? Will the manifestation of murder label me psycho by reason of lycanthropy?

RR

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Cold Kiss

It was strange the way we met.....through the obituary our destiny was set. I felt an unusual compassion, I exhumed with a vigorous passion. In the past I had a crush on her, now here I was digging her cadaver. I think it not bizarre to feel this.....but strange it was, to feel the cold lips of her kiss.

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Mortal Vampire

Today I feel a thirst brought about by a curse....to taste that crimson liquid. A raging lust, a spell so wicked. In the mirror I see what I should be, but the broken pieces show my reality. Slicing my skin I am covered in blood, I am a madman in need of your love. Immortality is what I desire, but all that remains is a reflection of a vampire.

RR

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