June 8, 2007 (Javno / Ivona Baric & Nenad Hervatin) -- The Austrian "Count Dracula" Hermann Nitsch and the geometry of bloodthirst on the mystery theatre orgies he conceived in his castle.

Consternation is sympathetic, and any one who had looked upon the features of Charles Holland, now that he was seated with Henry Bannerworth, in expectation of a communication which his fears told him was to blast all the dearest and most fondly cherished hopes for ever, would scarcely have recognised in him the same young man who, one short hour before

*smiles wide to see the Inn's only non-edible bartender*

"DeadEnd! As I live and breathe *snicker* I mean as I unlive and Bleed!:)How are you! It's so nice to see your face in the place"

*she sips slowly on the drink Demon's brought her then eyes get wide*

"Hey DE....grab up a round for Ven and Demon and yourself...lets have a toast...to being home!

I'm sure I can think of something eloquent to say..*coughs* Well, maybe not that eloquent:)"

Somtow Sucharitkul, who writes as S.P. Somtow, is coming to terms - both personal and literary - with his remarkable multicultural background and a lifetime of traveling.

When you left my life,
and all I had was what was left,
I could finally see.
Because of what you took...

You took away my worries and doubt,
you took away my lack of sleep,
When you left you took away all of
that drama and ridiculousness that you brought with you.

You took away the lies, the endless