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Photo finish Friday: “A lot of hot air”

"Get up in the air you gas bag and fight like a balloon!"

“Get up in the air you gas bag and fight like a balloon!”

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Photo finish Friday: “Bizarre, Zany, Supernatural!”

And so the story goes....

And so the story goes….

Submitted for your approval, one used paperback found in one used book stall in one place specializing in the bizarre, zany, supernatural. Such a book stall may be miles away or it may be just around the corner from your where you live or it may be even closer, as close as your imagination, for you have just crossed over into… The Twilight Zone.

Act I: One More Pallbearer

A prop woman readied the coffin. At the behest of the director, she walked up and down the length of the three-foot deep grave, adjusting the bier’s position beside the hole and trying not to knock free any of the flat-black paint sprayed on the soil to give it depth.

“No, no. A little more to the right, babe. There you go, that’s it.” T. Xavier Gabriel glanced through the camera’s viewfinder and clapped his hands.

“Okay, people, places everybody. Time is on the short.” He checked the filter on one of the cameras as four banks of Klieg lights were turned on and three separate lights repositioned.

“Hey, dim the lights,” Gabriel said. “This is supposed to be a night scene: Night scene. See the stars.” He pointed skyward, but saw instead that it was overcast with lightning dancing among the clouds.

“Damn,” he muttered.

Several of the crew laughed lowly.

He shook his head. Another snafu in the making. “Damn. Goddamn.”

Gabriel glanced at his watch: 11:47 p.m. Post mortem. Pre migraine. Petty and mundane. He stomped his foot. It was a child-like gesture, but nothing adult-like was working now or for any part of 1985 that he’d directly had a hand in.

“Places everybody. Places. We shoot in fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes. Places.” The assistant director loped around waving a flashlight and a clipboard. “Time is on the short.”

Gabriel smiled. It was a stiff, brittle, unsure smile: a guest at the funeral home smile. “Time is on the short” was his personal euphemism for running into overtime, something he had been crucified for more than once. He rubbed his forehead and wondered if he’d ever get back to Hollywood, or if he’d spend the rest of his life in commercials, talking to semi trained mammals and now mimics of a dead man.

He glanced at the crumpled note still wadded in his hand. His ex-wife could find him anywhere. Two hours earlier he’d made the mistake of answering the phone.

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Photo finish Friday: “The Preacher and the Creature”

The preacher and the creature: a hirsute tale

The preacher and the creature: a hirsute tale

The preacher and the creature
were creeping around the wilds.
The preacher and the creature
were a contrast in styles.

The preacher had a squint;
the creature had a smirk.
The preacher gave out hints;
the creature walked herkyjerk.

They roamed the wilds together,
though rarely arm in arm
for the creature’s hide of leather
could do the preacher harm.

Yet one day he tried a saddle
upon the creature’s back
and with a little paddle
he gave a gentle whack.

Now, let this be a tale of care
for all who go astray:
the preacher had a full head of hair
until that fateful day.

That little whack, it came back
with a much bigger response.
The creature went on the attack
and sent out a fiery launch.

And when the smoke had cleared
upon that faith filled day
the preacher had a beard,
but no hair to comb away.

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photo by Chris Buice
poem by David E. Booker

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Photo finish Friday: “the Bugalypse”

They learned from the robots, but they didn't learn enough.

They learned from the robots, but they didn’t learn enough.

First, there was the Artificial Intelligence Revolt (AIR) of 2092. Next, there was the Robot Apocalypse (RoAp) of 2127. Then after the Robots had taken over and mankind was a mere memory, along came the Bugalypse. Having seen how the robots had done it, the bugs engineered their own metal versions of their kind. This allowed them to make even larger versions of themselves than they had ever imagined. There was only one problem: They had forgotten to rust proof their new bodies and for many of the Bugalypse life ended in a rusty metal shell in the middle of a field of flowers. And with it, so did the Bugalypse. Known as the Bugalypse Bust, it was sometimes referred to by its acronym: BuBu (pronounced Boo-Boo).

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Photo finish Friday: “Truth be told”

Bumper stick thought.

Bumper stick thought.

Found in the heart of GOP country. Treason and heresy for sure.

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Photo finish Friday: “Gate”

Is the label (Gate) to help those coming or going?

Is the label (Gate) to help those coming or going?

Gate

Heavy lies the head
of the man whose heart is stone
Heavy lies the head
of the man who has no bone.
Heavy lies the head
of the man whose fate awaits
Heavy lies the head
of the face so out-of-place.
Heavy lies the head
whose face is in the clouds
Heavy lies the head
with cumulus for a shroud.
Heavy lies the head
when over my shoulder I look.
Heavy lies the head
in his hands he holds a book.
Heavy lies the head
seeking only mother’s love.
Heavy lies the head
a resting place for doves.
Heavy lies the head
whose shoes are granite bound.
Heavy lies the head
for they make yet not a sound.
Heavy lies the head
of the man whose spirit is light.
Heavy lies the head
you see it both day and night.
Heavy lies the head
his burden is my burden too.
Heavy lies the head
his words help me know what to do.

–photo by Beth Booker
–poem by David E. Booker

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Photo finish Friday: “The Big Bang”

Introducing ... the Pistol Pump.

Introducing … the Pistol Pump.

The Pistol Pump. For the gal on the go. For the gam on the lamb.

Ladies, make ‘em turn their heads.

Ladies, make him ask himself: “Is she really packing heat, or is she just aiming to see me?”

Kneel in church and the guy behind you will be all fired up.

Ladies, watch the sparks fly when you take to the dance floor in these pumps.

Safety straps extra.

Repeating models not available available in all states. Check your local laws.

A new product brought to you by: Heel fire and dance nation.

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