Excerpt of my book Killing Agent Smith Smith
Chapter 1--Cobalt
The sky was a dusty purple, with splashes of pink thrown through. Trees were silhouetted black against the sky, and I could still see some blue and green at the edge of the horizon. It made my energy flow through my veins, it made my mind race. I saw, in my mind’s eye, the process of taking my choice canvas (20X24) and using soft vine charcoal to draw out the scene, painting one layer of the acrylic paint one over the other. I couldn't do it with my hands at the moment, as I was in a taxi. (No paint allowed.) But at least I could pretend I was painting.
I started with the browns. I selected a wide wash brush and began laying down the colors. The browns went on quickly: Burnt Siena, Raw Umber, and Sedona brown. Then I reached for the blue.
Instantly I felt my chest tighten, my eyes stinging. I tried to ignore it as I rinsed my brush out and spread a streak of Ultramarine blue over the canvas. Deep and dark at the bottom, lightening on the top slowly...
Giving up, I opened my eyes and let the tears fall. Only a few came, and that was good. I had a lot to do today and I needed a clean face. But I could shed a few tears for him. I’d miss him, a lot. More than the others, I thought guiltily. I couldn't see how that was fair. I’d lived with the others for so long, they were my family. But then he came and turned my world upside down, and then shook it, extracting me and letting me fall. And I fell—hard. But, luckily for me, he caught me.
Ultramarine blue isn't really the color, you know. I thought to myself. It’s too dark for his eyes. He was more of a cobalt blue, with a little bit of water in it. The water to make it look glossy like the deep ocean, hot like fire. How can two opposites exist in one person? I don't know. I can't understand much of anything these days. Especially encoded and unbreakable messages in another language.
I could feel the pieces of paper in my bag, pressing against my leg. I didn't feel comfortable opening them here, because I’d probably get so wrapped up in breaking the codes that I’d start talking out loud to myself, and the taxI driver would either listen and find out about impending doom on the country, or think I was insane. So I put it off until I got to a safe house. The only problem was, the house I was going to wasn't safe. It wasn't safe at all.
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Do you know the films "Blue", "Red" and "White" by the Polish director Kiewslosky?
And the film The Dark Side of the Hearth (this film is built using poems of three excellent Latinamerican poets
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Here is an announcement of the release of my book. I do not know if it is appropriate to put it on your blog. If not, just delete it. I shall understand.
Veritas Publishing I N T R O D U C E S
Behind the Black Robes: Failed Justice
The book addresses a serious problem, the need for court reform and the abolishment of judicial and quasi-judicial immunity. Marinated with the makings of sizzle, the book is filled with the courts’ tricks and traps for the unwary—to alert the readers both why their law cases failed and what must be done to effect court reform. Each chapter introduces the background of the subject of that chapter and then presents a series of illustrative anecdotes intended to teach the readers by example how to avoid those court tricks and traps people are likely to encounter in their existing or potential court cases.
Its author, Barbara C. Johnson, an unconventional 74-year-old, has long been a fierce advocate for fathers' rights in family courts. She is an outspoken critic of the Massachusetts court system, which she says is rife with corruption.
In 2002, she ran a quixotic campaign for governor, campaigning in an antique fire truck and promising to use creativity, compassion, and a willingness to listen to the People to mend an ailing government.
In 2006, Johnson was barred from practicing law in Massachusetts. “The disbarment by a kangaroo court was an effort to silence my criticism of the courts,” she said.
A newspaper wrote, “While we don't fully agree with either her politics or her methods, Johnson is a character in a humdrum world sorely in need of more characters. She's the thorn in the side, the thumbtack on the chair. . . . Johnson speaks her mind, and loudly.”
Behind the Black Robes: Failed Justice is available for purchase on
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Barbara C. Johnson, Advocate of Court Reform and Attorney in Fact
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barbaracjohnson74@gmail.com
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The judicial system is very broken. It must be fixed.
There are four people who can do the job:
Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody.
Everybody thinks Somebody will surely do it.
It is a job Anybody can do. But Nobody is doing it.
At least I'm trying. What are you doing?
It is dangerous to be right
when the government is wrong.
--- VOLTAIRE
All truth passes through three stages.
First, it is ridiculed.
Second, it is violently opposed.
Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.
--- ARTHUR SCHOPENHAUER (1788-1860)
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