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With My Grandfather as the Witness.... Part 0001

[Due to the graphic nature of this post I suggest parental guidance for those under seventeen...]

With My Grandfather as the Witness.... Part 0001

When I was of appropriate age, my Grandfather often told me stories of things he had witnessed over the course of his life. Sometime in the 30s, when my Grandfather was thirteen or fourteen, he witnessed an old hobo get hit by a train near his home. He had been walking home with a young cousin when they saw it happen.

He had noticed the hobo wandering about before in the neighborhood - and though disheveled and homeless, the old man seemed to have a lust for life. My Grandfather thought it strange when the old man did not move away from the approaching train. Perhaps he couldn't hear it. He couldn't hear my Grandfather either, as he tried to gain the old man's attention in vain. Running towards him, yelling for him to look out, as fast as he could.

But it was too late and the old man was struck down by the locomotive - his bod…

Test your Extra Sensory Perception!

Test your Extra Sensory Perception!

I picked the correct card on my first try.

ESP is a scientifically proven FACT! No longer do us ESPers need to fear the disbelieving mocking leers of those without the gift of a Sixth Sense.

You can finally figure out what your ESP levels are at and work to improve them with ESP 3.0's Alpha Wave Generator.

West Michigan Youth OutReach Program

West Michigan Youth OutReach Program Meeting Minutes:

Melissa said: The kids these days don't want to listen to anyone tell them about saving money or brushing their teeth!

Guy said: What do kids like these days anyhow?

Melissa said: I could ask my little sister.

Rich said: Don't worry about that - when I was a kid I was into skulls.

Guy said: Do you think kids are still into skulls?

Rich said: Heck yes! All kids are always into skulls!

Melissa said: I think he has a point - though I may hold out and ask my sister.

Guy said: Too late Melissa! Skulls it is!

Debi Neal at 365 Days -2- Project

I have decided that when I disagree with a review over at the 365 Days -2- Project I should probably do something about it.

The reason I am posting this is because I really enjoyed this 10" Picture Disc and thought that all of you Plazniks [or Plaznoids - see the new Poll at right] out there might dig it.

I am quite appreciative that this disc was uploaded by the Swillman, and here is the first paragraph of his review:

I received this record through an associate of Bill Mumy (the kid from Lost in Space, and more recently, one half of Barnes & Barnes as his alter-ego, Art Barnes). It seems that back in 1981, Mumy and a bunch of his friends somehow got together with this Debi Neal person (probably the girlfriend of one of them, pffft) and recorded this 13-minute, ten-inch(!) picture disc. Apparently only 250 copies were made, and I own number 63. Too good to just have regular black vinyl and a picture sleeve, huh? And there's no reason this EP couldn't have fit on a 7"…

Paranoia in the lyrics of Michael Jackson

...Even before the trouble and the allegations. When I was a childhood fan of Mr. Jackson's I was always taken by the inherent paranoia in his lyrics. Of course, I didn't really understand what it meant - what any of it meant - just that it sort of reflected my own problems in middle school and that all of my friends were African American girls. The music gave us something to talk about. I would twirl the jump rope for them while they did the Double Dutch.

The boys would make fun of me for doing that - they would say that I was a faggot and that Michael Jackson was too. But when I'd put his LP on the platter he'd tell me that they were all lying and I believed him because they were lying about me too. I wasn't a faggot - I liked several of the girls I used to Double Dutch with.

There was a girl named Tiffany that I really liked. She was quite thin and her face was long and she was like a cross between Jenny on the Jeffersons and Thelma on Good Times. She use…

M O T H M A N fever strikes the Plaza of the Mothman

"I wish we had never seen it, I wish someone else had seen it."

Linda Scarberry, eyewitness, 1966

"I will take Ms. Scarberry up on that offer. If anyone knows of a way to astrally switch places with another sentient being on a specific point in the past let me know. I have been doing studies of a Parapsychological nature and could use some guidance in that aspect of astral projection. I really see no reason that an astrally projected mind need stay linked into any one temporal period. Although I have no evidence to support this possibility it seems intuitive that it must be true."

Kurt Weller, Mothman enthusiast, 2007

T A T U M meets M O T H M A N

Tatum entered the foyer of the hotel looking for the guy from the entertainment magazine. She was nervous because she had not done an interview for quite some time and was afraid that this interviewer would pull some sort of dirt search.

As she walked through the lobby she noticed a tall man in a long grey coat wearing dark sunglasses though she was convinced that she could see two red eyes beaming from behind the black lenses. She stopped in front of him and peered into his glasses. She was unsure why she was doing this but felt that he was okay with it. She thought that he wanted her to be doing this.

He opened up his coat and she was horrified to see that instead of a body, it appeared that there was a thick cloud seeping up through the lapels. He slowly enveloped her in his arms and she smiled. She was going to be taken care of....

Meanwhile - in the Penthouse of the hotel, J---- M--l B------- was embracing ---------- in a long and meaningful hug. J---- was shirtless and ---- …

Time Keeps Tickin' Away

They tore down the catwalk
They tore down Hong Kong Inn
They tore down Sir Loin's
They tore down The Clock
They tore down German Village
They tore down Great Day
They tore down the Weather Ball
They tore down the City Centre
They tore down Mad Cat
They tore down Tylon Video

Project N - 10 Year Anniversary Special Project

Project N - 10 Year Anniversary Special Project

'Something is Watching Us!' cried Denise Stingley to her Special Boy.


Kurt Weller

Chapter One

6427 Words

Available [Here]

Author's Note:

I began this work in the winter of 1996 and finished it sometime in 1997. The original title was 198x - I had several friends and colleagues read it and, though rough, they all seemed to enjoy it. However, as the years drug on and I kept myself from attempting to publish again and again I began to doubt the original version and began an updated draft. I did away with many of the more Science Fiction stylings and aimed the story more towards an everyday level. I also did away with all of the Pop Cultural references and all of the profanity and changed the title from the admittedly Orwell inspired 198x to the more obscurely referenced (I'll never tell) 'Something is Watching Us!' cried Denise Stingley to her Special Boy.

Inspired by my friend and colleague Greg Lester'sStory of t…

The Plaza of the Mind Interview with Producer David Newfeld!

One night in 1994, while hanging out at my girlfriend’s house, two of her old high school friends showed up. One of them was an affable young man I had met on a couple of occasions when he had visited our school a few years earlier. He was studying broadcasting and worked at his campus radio station. He said he had wondered if I had heard of this really cool new record: Producers for Bob - Bob’s Media Ecology ². He pulled a copy of it out of his backpack and told me to check it out. I thanked him and put it in my own backpack where it sat, forgotten, for a few weeks

I used to enjoy driving around West Michigan in my 1983 Oldsmobile Omega Brougham. I would frequently take the drive from University to Lake Michigan in the dead of night, sometimes with friends, most of the time alone. I remember feeling an enormous melancholy one night, I had drank alone and was feeling smothered in my small room a so I grabbed my backpack, hoping to get some writing or sketching done by the beach.…

+Dreaming of B A LL A R D + [This Post Contains Explicit Content - I suggest Parental Guidance for anyone under 18]

I dreamt of JG Ballard last night.

He was at a record store that I happened upon - I invited him to my parent's house and he accepted the invitation.

He was in his mid to late forties.

He was wearing a black trench coat and had brought a book of photographs with him.

The photographs were mostly of vivisected animals - all in color - all quite disturbing and yet impossible to look away from.

The book was in my favorite art book format - 8.5" x 11" - it is my opinion that art books should all be this size - no larger - no smaller - with spines that allow them to be flattened without physical damage and each plate printed on only one side of the page in case one wants to frame an image for display as a wall accessory.

Novels should be a size down. And should never have the subtitle 'a novel' anywhere on the cover.

I came across a black and white picture of Ballard's head coming out of the decapitated neck stump of a cow. In the notes it stated that Ballard had prepare…

Strange Things are afoot at the Circle K

If one were to map out their life based upon architectural events at what point would a man about to celebrate his 36th birthday fall?

If I had the resources I would construct a perfect Convenience Store, a fully stocked, functioning and clean Circle K [maybe to indulge my midwestern Bill and Ted fantasies of a better life out West].

I would surround the convenience store with a large Richard Serra type enclosure - no one could go into the convenience store. It would be guarded 24 hours a day.

At a certain point the bills would no longer be paid and the lights would flicker off.

Along with the refrigeration.

The soda dispensers would loose their carbonation and the syrup would slowly ooze out.

The rotting food and sugar would attract insects and rodents who would make this Circle K their new home.

When storms came and broke windows or flooded the store no one would be there to do repairs.

No one could stop weeds growing inside the store as the Circle K fell further and further away from its …



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человек рыб игра тревожности молока

человек рыбигра тревожности молокачеловек рыб‘the milk spoiled again.’мать‘I asked you to hurry – what were you doing?’человек рыб‘I came back from market as soon as I could – I don’t know, I was thinking that next time I could bring a cooler.’мать‘What’s wrong with you?No one else needs their boys to take a cooler to market.What will they think when they see you walking along with that stupid cooler, they’ll laugh at you.’человек рыб‘They laugh at me anyway.’мать‘Go back to the store and get some milk.’человек рыб‘Can I take the cooler?’мать‘No.’

- Star Wars 1978 - [a sketch for a film]

A long time has come and gone...
Faithful droid R2D2 has escaped the final Sith plot to destroy the entire universe...
He has taken the young Padawan Deek Skywalker [frozen in a block of carbonite]...

In an escape pod that barely escapes the huge Sith anti-matter weapon...
.They float through the universe for thousands upon thousands of years...

Until they crash land upon the state of Minnesota, in the year 1978...

They land in the field of a young farmer named Ted Wilson...

A hard working auto enthusiast...
Who helps R2D2 free Deek from the Carbonite block...

He takes them to the city where they meet young April Zorn...

A young musician that Deek senses the force within...

Who is also having troubles of her own...


Coming soon: Star Wars 1978 Episode 2 - 1982...

Deek begins his own Jedi academy just outside of the twin cities...

The Pointer Sisters

When I was in eighth grade I was a huge Pointer Sisters fan. I really liked the song Jump and the video with the athletes jumping in various sporting events that required jumping.

I also liked the video for I'm so Excited because it featured June Pointer taking a provocative bubble bath.

The synth pop backing of the songs still proves to be quite intoxicating.

There is a melancholy in those chords and those sounds.

The synth sounds are genetically mapped in my cell structure [probably in the remnants of Body #2]

I believe that those synth sounds may appear at the end of time - at that place where the space and time end at this pinnacle that overlooks this huge swirling universe of color and matter. Not the black space of the comic strips but a white background with swirling paint strokes of black and deeper black and thick browns and the sky looks like seltzer water.

That is the end of time that those chords and sounds show me when I close my eyes and listen to the Pointer Sisters.


'Deadline' Bob MASTER of A n n A r b o r 1978 = Page Two =

'Deadline' Bob MASTER of A n n A r b o r 1978 = Page One =

Disaster Report and Raw Danger

We must help our friends to safety...

Sometimes even the best intentions have disastrous results...

I do this for myself. I must survive. I must carry on...

This duology plays like a film from the seventies...

We are only missing Mr. George Kennedy...