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The Crow

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  I am evil. Nobody knows it! Well, until now. Everyone thinks I am a good guy, and I work at it, so far so good. Just last week I was in the park, looking for a new place to dispose of a possible dead human body, I was doing pretty well. I was blending in with the other folks who are spending too much time in the park. I know. There was a white pickup truck, flashed his lights one time, then another white vehicle, a van, parked on a street nearby. The van was parked in just such a way that he could look down right onto us. Big tinted windows. I moved the car, this time to the far parking lot.  Then along comes the white pickup truck, just now parking, right there. No response to my wave. I thought, if I go home, there is going to be a white vehicle of some sort, parking where they can watch the house perfectly. I know the spot well. So I took the long way home, stopped off. Time went by. If they were watching this would have been very frustrating, almost there and then, take a break.
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It Has Already Happened

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We come in peace. I arrive alone and first figure out what it takes to connect to individual humans. We have figured out that trying to connect to an entire species is not going to work as well as if we can multiply our effort and reach out one on one to make ourselves understood. The humans are going to try to mass their military to defend their territory. We will be behind them, inside their heads. First I have to establish myself not as an alien, which I am, but passing as just another human. By not reaching out to leadership and trying to get collective cooperation, we are going to meet each human alone, one on one, to make ourselves understood and to achieve our goals. The primary goal is to identify resources and how to take control of these substances. We are not going to assume resources that humans need, but resources we can use. Raw carbon, oxygen, hydrogen. Humans are looking for their food and metals, ore to extract from the earth, petroleum. We want the air and water. We w
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The Ghostly Adventure of Francis D. Hollinger

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  It is the week before Labor Day, the summer has been long and hot, and the weather still is summer, but the evenings are cooler. Francis, also known as Frank, lives in his own place on the edge of Lansing, Michigan. He lost his job at the Albion Evening Recorder over a year ago and has been looking for something ever since. All of the local newspapers had his resume but they are all trying to cut costs and were not about to hire anybody right now. Lansing should have better jobs without having the big city size of Detroit. All the other small towns nearby had even fewer opportunities. Something is going to pop up, he just has to stay sharp and keep looking, that is what he tells himself. Today in the paper he steals each day there is a new job listing for a potato chip delivery driver, this is something he will jump right on. Usually there are jobs for executive assistants, but they are looking for pretty young ladies; there are jobs for an apartment manager, but they are looking for
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Anticipation

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  The bus depot is quiet. An hour to kill before departure. No more calls to make, the bag has my best gun in it, the one with the laser sight. There is another gun, the small one, in my coat here. The letter is in my back pocket and I have the ten crisp new one hundred dollar bills from the retainer in my wallet now, nine folded and hidden and one handy, mixed in with my own money. I have my ticket and I am well fed. I am to meet "Mike" tomorrow at the Detroit bus station, the one in Royal Oak, and he will give me a key to a locker there, and final instructions. Same old same old. This one feels different, not sure how. An hour to kill. Thoughts of that new girl. What is her name? Anticipation. Anticipation about the new assignment. Another job where I only know what they think I need to know, nothing else. Get in, do it, get out. Man alone. No problems. Just another shadow easing out into the darkness and blending, invisible. I hate this. Watching all the other shadows, kno
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Alphabetic Film Journal

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 A funny thing happened on the way to the forum, 1966 Classic Richard Lester film staring Zero Mostel and with a few appearances of Buster Keaton. He speaks! The thinnest description of the plot is Zero’s plan to purchase his freedom from his owners, he wheels and deals, always some kind of half baked scheme that seems to work at first but is doomed to fail. The longer story is to convince the big guy that his arranged (bought and paid for) bride, who loves the neighbor twit, had died (so that she can marry the twit instead) which lead to lots of mischief and cross dressing. The plot-spoiler ending is that the man played by Buster Keaton turned out to be father of the big guy and the bride, so the wedding is off anyway. A Mighty Heart, 2997 The story of the wife of a reporter in Pakistan, he is kidnapped and his execution is filmed.  A Serious Man, 2009 First, sort of a parable. The husband arrives late on a winter evening, his wife is probably always grumpy. He tells her gleefully tha
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