An Interview with Lord Ganth: pinkyandrexa interviews him on stealing spaceships and the new single Nurse Kali

Exclusive!! Pinkyandrexa interview with Lord Ganth of Planet Meethra and guest at The Wherehouse hotel for visiting aliens! We talk to him about stealing spaceships, singing the vocals on pinkyandrexa's single Nurse Kali, and being in the Nurse Kali music video on YouTube. Nurse Kali is out now on Apple Music, Spotify and Amazon Music, also the full video is on YouTube! Buy the single on Apple Music https://music.apple.com/gb/album/nurse-kali-single/1826783447 Read about Lord Ganth's scifi adventures at http://wherehouse.uk (PARENTAL ADVISORY: This interview and the Nurse Kali single is for all audiences, YouTube video is PG and the SciFi cartoon The Wherehouse adult cartoon is recommended for those over 18 only.)

My New Music Singles from The Wherehouse cartoon soundtrack can now be played or purchased as MP3 downloads right here on Blogger!

See player below. To buy and download a track, you just click the supermarket trolley symbol at the top right-hand side of he player. My music is not yet on Spotify or Apple Music, but I will find a way to do that soon.

or you can visit my page on ReverbNation and purchase or stream the tracks from there.

https://www.reverbnation.com/pinkyandrexa

On ReverbNation you can also find all of the music videos related to The Wherehosue cartoon, and play them from the main page.

The cartoon that started all the video clips, songs and music videos is called The Wherehouse. The Wherehouse is the story of a Goth couple in East Croydon, UK, who run an intergalactic travel agency from their house (and a secret spacecraft hangar under their house) for aliens who want to visit Earth for a holidays. Many of them visit during Halloween, when they can blend in with earthlings wearing weird costumes. A group of cat-human people from Planet Meethra are visiting for the second year running, when it transpires that Lord Ganth, a very handsome Meethran cat-man, stole the spaceship he arrived in from his father, Duke Urdor. The 18-rated adult AI SciFi cartoon adventure spans from Earth to Planet Meethra and back again. You can read it on the link here:
https://www.wherehouse.uk . When you read the cartoon, you will also discover mini video clips, YouTube music video links (related to the relevant parts of the story episodes) and SoundCloud song links. In the mini video clips, you will also discover what the character's speaking voices sound like, although not all of the mini clips have sound.

See below for a sample of the cartoon story. If you are reading it on your mobile, rotate your screen to see it in landscape format.

I hope you enjoy the music and the cartoon. If you visit any of the YouTube music video links, please like and subscribe, thanks. See below for YouTube link to Brothers and Sisters in the Claw.

Read my brand new comedy SciFi comic series The Wherehouse (opens new page so you can keep this tab open). There are 36 episodes; 4 on each web page with a link to the next 4 episodes at the bottom of each page. It's the epic story across two planets, of a couple who run an interstellar tourist industry from their East Croydon home, for aliens to visit Earth, and the charming humanoid cat aliens from planet Meethra, who visit them for a holiday at Halloween time.

PARENTAL ADVISORY It is an adult graphic novel with several sex scenes and one moderately violent scene, also some swear words. Also, the theme tune music video at the end of this post, Sex in Zero Gravity, is 18-rated so you need to sign in to YouTube to view it and listen to the song.

See below for a couple of examples of the many video clips which I have added to the Wherehouse pages to bring the comic strip to life. The images were created using Perchance AI and Canva Pro text to image, then later animated using Hailuo_AI and Vidu image-to-video; so then the characters become like real actors.

Meet Lord Ganth, the charming Meethran rogue who flies of in a stolen spaceship for a holiday on Earth. This video has got sound.

This is Damsel, a Goth cat girl who is one of Lord Ganth's entourage. See her come to life in the video beloe. The video has no sound.

You will need to be logged into YouTube and be over 18 to view the above video, Sex in Zero Gravity; which is not too explicit but had to be rated 18 due to YouTube's very stringent rules on adult material.

Read wherehouse.uk for some fun, escapism,videos, music and SciFi comedy graphic novel.

The Influencer by pinkyandrexa

Watch my new YouTube video "The Influencer" - a light-hearted rap / song video about the fun that influencers have, promoting products on social media and making tons of money... 

also available for listening or to download on SoundCloud

https://soundcloud.com/pinkyandrexa/the-influencer

Pools of Longing Sara L Russell, July 9th, 03:11am That it might come back to me, that sweet sensation, When i would reach out my arms across the cool light blue ripples and push off from the side. Then would i glide out across the water, as a white crane glides across the sunset, as a white cloud hurries brightly on a warm southerly breeze. There are trees when I go walking; butterflies and wild flowers too. They seem comfort enough for a short time, in parklands and along the lanes. There are trains I may never ride on, there are buses I am still rethinking, There is time enough for drinking in the the cafes and the bars; But oh my stars, what would I give to go back swimming, gliding weightless once again, free as the birds that skim the sky.

WHEN DREAMS GO VIRAL: 
Poems About COVID19 Lockdown, UK.


Biorhythms.
c. Sara L Russell 23/4/20
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When it’s eight o clock in the evening
and all is calm and still
the birds are singing their goodnight songs
and the air has a deepening chill.
I am almost inclined to believing
things are just as they once were
when we didn’t quite notice the bird’s songs
and time passed somewhat of a blur.

When it’s eight o clock in the morning
I may calmly be lying in;
a few cars slide by on the road outside
as I wait for the day to begin.
I am almost inclined to be worried
that today will be like yesterday;
yet the past gave each day something different
and our lives gave us something to say.

 Making The Best of It
Sara L Russell 17/4/20 (with video below)
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Make time for oatmeal

slap it on your face

A mask is always useful

Think about Mindfulness

enter the id

explore the more spiritual

Get into baking

throw nothing away

cut your own hair

A virtual pub quiz

almost the same

as being there

So here is Friday

a bit like Thursday

by another name

Here is a message

stay home save lives

be good, play the game

Here comes a baldy

With cold dead eyes

to tell you again

Here’s a comedian

saying the same thing

but makes it a joke

There’s good little children

there’s a good housewife

that’s a good bloke

Spring is forbidden

summer is cancelled

commerce has died

So dance in your bedroom

sing into your hairbrush

Pretend they all lied.

When Dreams Go Viral

Sara L. Russell, 31/3/20

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I will haunt those tree-lined avenues again

I will watch white seagulls circling in the sky 

I will once more see the Leidseplein in rain

Let this cocoon unfold its wings and fly

I’ll rebuild that club the council had pulled down

dust off my leather trousers and boot chains

I will browse the market stalls of Camden town 

Go on short bus rides; long trips on fast trains

I will wander free amid the aftermath

I’ll claw back all that seemed so out of reach

Swim in that rooftop pool again, in Bath

Throw pebbles out to sea on Brighton beach.

When freedom comes to grant us one last wish

When once more people meet, to drink and dance

You’ll be a dried-up smear on a petrie dish,

worn down and stripped of all significance.

Horses for Courses:

Sara L Russell 30/3/20

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So you went a bit stir crazy

The police all know your name

cause you sneaked out twice to Sainsb’rys

and you’ve only you to blame

so you try to go out walking

in a blonde wig for disguise

but you’ve got the neighbours talking

and even trees have eyes

And some pubs are playing lock-in

when they’re meant to be locked down

the rebellion is shocking

Throughout this deadbeat town

Don’t bother with explaining

if they catch you outside twice;

whether it’s sun or raining

you will have to pay the price.

I guess one mustn’t grumble

when one’s home becomes a jail

Just have an apple crumble

or some eggs laid by a quail

one might well pay a visit

to one’s Mummy, on FaceTime,

From Balmoral exquisite

To Buckingham sublime.

Exercise Yard

Sara L Russell 11/4/20 at 03:37am

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My path may be smaller

but it is strewn with flowers.

They cannot confiscate the spring.

In the small hours between

waking and sleeping

I find things to do

Between guessing and knowing

from planning to improvised

few things make sense any more

So I walk a shorter way round

and I forget not to admire‹

the blue flowers that festoon my path.

 

 

The Vampire Love Sonnets
by pinkyandrexa aka Sara L. Russell
10th April 2011.

I: Awaken (Miranda, to Adam)

“The night-black hair framing your lovely face,
The petal-softness of your frozen cheek;
My fingertips and lips desire to trace
The outline of this throat that leaves me weak.
Your pale, sleek body, sprawled across the bed,
Majestic; so alluring by moonlight.
More beautiful, belonging with that head,
With dreams of sanguinary love tonight.
Incense and opium sweeten the air,
Your softly-parted lips invite my kiss;
Your clothes lie neatly-folded, on the chair,
All my immortal nights were lived for this!”



II: Dark Angel (Adam, to Miranda)

“A sudden vision overwhelms my eyes;
Some fallen angel; dangerously-wild,
Above my bed, while outside, stormy skies,
Bring me to tremble, like a helpless child.
Dark angel, I know not from whence you came,
Or why you hover over me tonight,
Yet all my senses burn to sigh your name;
My skin’s enraptured where your hands alight.
Whether I be in heaven or in hell,
I care not; all that matters is your touch.
Then let me burn for having loved too well,
Or punish me when passion proves too much.
Dear lady, I shall fall without a fight.
Come, let me be enslaved to you this night.”


III: Arise

He kissed her as she sank against his chest,
Sighed deeply as she bit his tender throat,
Pulling him close; and with him closely-pressed,
Listened in awe, to every shivered note;
To every gasp that tried to form her name,
While yet they writhed together on the bed;
Until at last her feral beast lay tame,
Soon to arise – deliciously undead.
Anon he opened wide his sea-green eyes,
Whose pupils flashed with fire of scarlet hue;
Anon he smiled, with fangs feline in size -
Most mischievous of smiles she ever knew.
“Sweet lover, I am risen out of death”
He murmured, with his first immortal breath.

V: Baptism of Blood

He rose to the occasion once again,
Then twice again, as most immortals can;
Delighting in pleasure suffused with pain,
Knowing she made him more than just a man.
They drank deep of each other’s crimson blood,
Blood-brother-to-blood-sister, intermixed;
All time seemed endless, lost in passion’s flood,
Until they lay spent, face-to-face, transfixed.
“Adam” she whispered “will you stay with me?”
She waited silently for his reply.
“Miranda, I’m ensnared eternally”
His answer came surrendered through a sigh.
And though vampire lovers often play rough,
This skirmish led its combatants to love.

IV: Fresh Blood (Adam, to Miranda)

“Miranda, sweet Miranda, come away,
Night creatures play, the breeze whispers your name;
Come out with me before night yields to day,
And daylight brings its all-consuming flame.
Long moments spent at leisure by your side
Rendered me weak; soon comes the searing thirst.
Fresh blood awaits our pleasure now, outside;
Come hunting, else this racing heart may burst.
Miranda, how my hunger aches for you,
Ask for my blood and I would give it all.
Love is more beautiful for being true;
Come out Miranda, answer to my call!
The portal to the garden’s open wide,
Love, come away, into the great outside.”

VI: First Flight

Miranda lifted up her dreaming head
Pushed back her heavy locks of flame-red hair,
Flew from the rosewood casket of her bed
As dust motes scattered in the moonlit air.
“Methinks I hear sweet love calling my name”
She murmured, floating to the window sill,
“And lovers were not all fashioned the same;
My kiss created you, and draws you still.”
She fluttered through the open chamber doors
Into the coolness of the breath of night,
Towards the voice of he whom she adores
To where she and her lover still take flight.
They kissed beneath the stars, and very soon,
Flew off into the pale light of the moon.

 
 Published in Poets of Blood Volume 2: Bleeding For a Cause
 (paperback) on Oct 11th, 2011.