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Mark Spiewak-Pearlcopper
c/o Kantor Radio talk Show
431 W. Colfax Ave., St. 400
Denver, CO 80204
USA
(303)297-1577
www.stop.to/kantor
"Guests"
There is a
life out there, intelligent life. My last vacation I spent high in
mountains by lakeside. For some reason, astronomers and
other fund raising
scientists missed a landing of visitors from outer space as
what we call UFO.
Maybe they missed it because they came in a spaceship in
form of a clear glass
or jelly mass. And even in my dreams, I can’t believe our scientists
missed such
a sight ‘cause as visitors were approaching a mountain hill,
it, the clear jelly mass
changed into
drop-like object full of bright rainbow colors running in stripes.
They landed close to my house and remained there. The light
seemed to perish
along with rainbow patterns. It was dark and nothing seemed
to happen.
I didn’t call cops or FBI. I don’t call cops, and I don’t
fuck cops. Instead, I went
home to get Rex, my dog, and my digital camera.
When I came back to the edge of a meadow by a lakeside, the
black ball was still
there. Rex seemed to be excited already, his tongue hanging
from his jaws. Fish
was jumping above a surface of the lake at a beach.
I looked at the sky. It seemed motionless; only stars seemed
to be blinking to us;
to Rex, to me, to fish and to sleeping on buzz scientists.
I shot many pictures of the black ball and Rex running and
jumping around the
dark object.
The rainbow light came back. All in stripes, spinning around
like on the walls.
Then the object took off from a ground and slowly flew onto
surface of lake. Fish
no longer was jumping above a surface of water. Rex came
back in hurry and
laid down at my leg. His eyes were somehow sad.
The beautiful object took off from surface of lake and
disappeared into sky full of
stars.