18.04.08

Got to the front gate this morning in the drizzling mist, looked up to see the centre block with the numbers 1872 chiseled into it by a stone mason who no doubt has long passed, probably made his own headstone so he could look up and see his art forever, I was born in 1972 though if I ever have a chisel in hand please run, if you stay ensure you have pre-ordered your headstones.

Looked down thinking about all this and saw a worm inching (probably looking for some marigolds to measure) his way under the gate and into the prison, not sure what he was looking for or even wanting, I thought about telling him he was going the wrong way though saw Departmental ID with higher security clearance than mine hung around his 4th neck ring and figured he knew better than I, there are some things in life you don't question and an Earthworm with Security Clearance Red is definitely one of them.


But back to reality.


I don't mind being a Werewolf; in fact I’m proud of my canine heritage, though it's the little things that bug me.

Like being banned from Rodney Wayne's Hairdressing Salons.

Rodney was not impressed when I waltzed in and got the daily special of a wash, rinse, cut and blow wave for $45. Me thinks he did not feel 4 hours and having three young females attend to me was good use of resource and lacked the economic return he is used to.

I feel I’m being treated as different and victimized just because I'm Jewish.

Although I have contacts within the Antwerp Diamond industry as well as large banking interests in New York does not mean I can not understand the common man; yes, you there living in the gutter, I understand you well, especially during the full moon when I hyper extend my mandible to lock onto your throat and devour the life essence from you,

Very understanding I am,

especially at that moment when you make a gurgling noise you never imagined you would hear let alone make.

Meatloaf understands what I mean.

"Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?"

Though I may have misunderstood the title as I don't quite "Take the words right out of my mouth"

it's more like


'I take the life from out of your esophagus'.



I am writing this preface to the weekly summary as The Grey Madness is off being medical for a Fight for Life between Northern Region Prison Officers. Thank fully he has back up from Laine his T/L and a Dr – having him there to aid in a medical capacity is like awarding Idi Amin and Robert Mugabe joint awards for Humanitarian reasons.

Madness matches my thirst for blood with his thirst for alcohol and when we consider my hunger for oxygen rich haemoglobin this could present a problem at the fight tonight so to get around this I have ordered x3 I/V 5% dextrose in saline and drip to be ringside for him, this will buy a couple of hours, no guarantees for his actions after the witching hour though.

As withdrawal is likely more dangerous for him and those around him I will ask Laine to keep him toped up,



can't have violence at a boxing competition now can we.






Lycan Lupus Werewolf the 3rd.