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 →

mama aliens

the strange green arms tucked in are the repository of The Claw and that t it may never be used again because of what happened here. this is actually a transport alien but I wanted to show how different the feel is from what we see in contemporary alien fiction. this mother is very young … Continue reading mama aliens →

sister

i wrote in my last post of fearing that something bad had come upon my sister, I know right away what my father is gong to say about that: that It showed that I actually wanted something like that to come upon her, which was not the case. I was very busy with the project … Continue reading sister →

Cromagnon woman

I asked people to call me that on the Tower Unit where they brought me after I was in the woods. Because people were making remarks about my looks. then I had this weird vision while I was lying in bed, it looked like how Christopher Reeves must have looked to himself if he looked … Continue reading Cromagnon woman →

Nativity

the it, the bit and the byte: see my old post. Mmmmmm standing guard 8 standing guard making it like crickets, my sexual disability made it a holy union in the alien milieu Are God and Jesus aliens? the answer is NO! Jesus is fully God and full man according to the RCC. Aliens are … Continue reading Nativity →

Fugue: my father, me, n my sister

cccv me on horseback once upon a time. Claire was a serious rider. THE END. While I was touching up THE END of my career as a "Performance Artist of the Psych Ward," Claire was proving through her Ph,D. In (?) Archaeology? We haven't talked much for a long time but this time we did … Continue reading Fugue: my father, me, n my sister →

aliens can be fragile containers too

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JOY–as it should have been

...and so m etimes that's the only way it can be. These are such crazy mixed up times we live in. These pictures tell the story all by themselves. Alex. With a crossbow. I don't know exactly what they look like but I know he usd to have one. I give him a little but … Continue reading JOY–as it should have been →

Got pissed on

Got pissed on and left in the woods. Because of THE CLAW. At the psych hospital they drove me out of control I had just had an encounter with an alien and I was trying to figure out who to talk to, what to do. But there was nobody to help. I cant remember how … Continue reading Got pissed on →