when I got out of Horsham

...I was lucky I did. If I had stayed there I would not have properly completed this weird metamorphosis into Lynne without the nasty mole. it was an exhilarating stay (compared with the one I just spent in Reading for 8 MONTHS.) I hadn't the faintest thought of aliens. They weren't a part of my … Continue reading when I got out of Horsham →

4 Trillion, continued

I have made the call. This alien is here to help. Me and my father were left disabled and helpless in the wake of the loss of my mother. Nobody ventured to help. Especially me. God sent this alien.

4 Trillion

I said that if my father fell into a FURTHER untoward situation through the Hopkins Medical School fiasco I would up the tertiary lawsuit on his behalf from 3 to 4 trillion. this comes from me, not directly from the Lord. But He, the Lord, has marked me "trusted." He told me so before I … Continue reading 4 Trillion →

About “The Claw”

I just remembered tonight what it was about. I used to be a Mackintosh, by marriage--Clan Chattan, Clan of the Cat, so, back on the Pagoda Unit in Reading, everyone was stressing me out so I lifted up my hand and showed a cat's paw with claws extended, I was just playing around. But then … Continue reading About “The Claw” →

Home, Sweet Home

I worked about about 12 hours straight yesterday cleaning this place out, starting with ripping up the rugs. I thought I wouldnt be able to handle the soap and water phase but so far it's staring off well. here are some pics of the place 50% free of dirt, germs and odors. With cats and … Continue reading Home, Sweet Home →

One Last Drawing

this is my recollection of an actual horse, an Appaloosa stallion out in the farmland about 25 minut3s from our home in New Providence, NJ, where I grew up until I was 16. only the owner of the place, "Alibi Acres," named afer the stallion, Alibi, was allowed to handle him. He kept the upper … Continue reading One Last Drawing →

ALIEN4

the Alien is here. He can fix me.

all over

it's all over for me with Alien4. the men want him. I've given my information. Now I'm out. now my job is to stay alive. so I sat down last night to draw an alien with my beautiful new set of 100 colored pencils, I dont know how many crayons, the box is upstairs; probably … Continue reading all over →

my son

my son has a brilliant education. He only has a year and a half of college. I am not allowed to name the schools he attended as he would prefer to keep that private, but he attended two excellent private schools in Florida (he had to quit one because of the eye injury for reasons … Continue reading my son →

my name is Lynne Murphy, not Abby Hill. Abby Hill is the nickname I used for anonymity in writing "Every Cloud" and "California, a Pro-Life Novel." And for blogging. ESPECIALLY for sending out "California..." to the 10 top Pro-Choice Advocates in this country a couple of years ago, with a letter. Then I went into … Continue reading →