Galaxy Magazine / Magazin-Reihe

> Robert Silverberg / Dying Inside (Part 1 of 2)

> Sandy Fisher / Farewell to the Artifacts

> Philip José Farmer / Seventy Years of Decpop

> Thomas N. Scortia / Woman's Rib

> David Gerrold / For G.O.D.'s Sake

Cover: Jack Gaughan

Editor: Ejler Jakobsson

UPD Publishing Corporation / USA 1972

Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010

ex libris MTP

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Too Close

The tightness in my chest just wont let up. I hate knowing there is nothing I can do about how I feel, or about how he feels. . . or how he doesn't feel. . .

And then I have the stress of my living arangement and money and rules. . . They cut my hours at work and I've been trying to get them to give me more again. . . but nothing yet, so I wont have enough for rent. And I have some rules that make me feel like I'm living with my parents. But I have to abide since they are letting me live here. I wish I could just have the money to live on my own again. I hate rules. And I can't tell them I wont have all of rent, I'm just going to have to figure something out. *sigh* I'm done, I can't take anymore. If one more thing goes wrong I don't think I can take it.

Mental breakdown, here I come.

Random Fact : Old cats MEOW MORE because of kitty Alzheimer’s

I was afraid of your physical strength.

I was afraid of your reducing me,

I was afraid of your temper,

I was afraid of handles being flown off.

I was afraid of holes being punched into walls.

I was afraid of your testosterone.

You were my best friend

You were my lover.

You were my mentor.

You were my brother.

You were my partner.

You were my teacher.

I was afraid of verbal daggers.

I was afraid of the calm before the storm.

I was afraid of your rejection.

I was afraid of your intimidation.

I was afraid of your punishment.

I was afraid of your icy silences.

I was afraid of your volume.

I was afraid of your manipulation.

I was afraid of your explosions.

You were my keeper.

You were my anchor.

You were my family...

- from Sympathetic Character

ALANIS MORISSETTE

Day 153 - A wartime widow all the same.

I have many stories, everyone has one. I love the fact that all people are walking around with histories, stories to tell, wisdom gained through life's lessons. Some people may be negative and call it baggage.. I happen to respect and love it.

My life was torn apart by the war. Yes, you can say it all started there. When I said goodbye to my husband as he boarded a plane in London bound for Iraq, I never knew that I would never see him again, the man I loved and knew so well. He came back an empty shell. His days filled with pain from injuries, nights filled with cold sweats and nightmares. He drifted further and further from us. His pain management swelled to a severe addiction to illegal drugs - all behind my back. I was unaware and within a few months of my knowing... he was living on the streets, unrecognizable even to his wife.

It caused me to lose my love, my best friend, my husband and the life we were creating, my dreams, my beautiful home, all that I had worked for in my lifetime. I lost everything I had ... except for my son. I was left alone to start all over again at age 30. Today will always be a special day in my history. It is the anniversary of the day I began to forgive. I walked into the slums and crackhouses with missing persons flyers. I stood strong, stared guns right down the barrel, paid hookers off by the dollar and risked my life. It was one year ago today that I found him, pulled him up from the wreckage and drove him to Rehab.

He later told me, it was just as honorable and heroic as what his buddies had done for him in Iraq, if not more so. As I stood there and shook his hand goodbye for the last time, I wished him well and he handed me my medal.

I was the photographer at the Burlesque cabaret night again, yesterday, in addition to two dancers (one bloke this time) two bands I love performed, so it was double the fun for me.

Dying inside (the excellent house band) and The Pistols (who headlined)

Here is the compere paul B Edwards with Felix and Sidney at the end of the show!

Tell me, please, what's the real word and what's the reflection of the mirror?

Photographer: me, hehe of course :D

In the rear view mirror

Pictures frozen in time

Are becoming clearer

I don't wanna waste another day

Stuck in the shadow of my mistakes

Will you take what's left of me?

[What's left of me- Nick Lachey]

Fantastic...I loved your Kraftwerk "Tour de France"

From the Jack Tar.

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This was no vacation. Any questions?

The Jack Tar Hotel, now called the Cathedral Hill Hotel, designed by Frank Lloyd Wright.* Shot from the corner of Geary and Van Ness in front of Tommy's Joynt.

*I don't know where I got that. I researched it, and there is no indication that Frank Lloyd Wright had anything whatsoever to do with this monstrosity.

(If he got wind of this allegation FLW would probably be spinning like a lathe right now.)

Sorry, Frank.

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