Barbs' Bizarre A graphic autobiography by B.F. Postel A true life, censored, work in progress, with a few of the artists visualizations, dreams and/or hallucinations. Part II writing

Lisa   Barbara  Carlos  Alien, I was an alien,.......surrounded by humans...... Photo Album Sicily Morocco France  Cuba

Pro Se Revenge from Barbs' Bizarre If you cant win........try loosing Getting sued in Small claims court and loosing is better than winning.......You can then appeal to The Court of Common Pleas for a mere $75. and tie the case up for years at the plaintiff's expense. Dear Solicitor, My counter offer, Respectfully Submitted, Barbara Postel The Township Solicitor mistakenly thought that I would withdraw my Contempt Order for his failure to comply with my Production of Documents request, to his frivolous, malicious lawsuit. This is the best way to humiliate and impoverish an advisary legally, especially if you are not a lawyer. Some of the documents I requested were police reports of one Supervisors, espousal abuse, drunk driving accident, his ..........the Plaintiff's refused to proceed with the case against us, in spite of my 5 Court Orders in three years, to take it to trial.

I was like plastic man reaching out At one point the walls started closing in on me, I was smothering, nothing worked, I was fragmented, terrified, peoples faces and bodies became contorted, reaching out to me like plastic mans arms....I felt like an alien and could not identify with humans, only nature, animals, insects, frogs....     Frog Romance Comics coming soon, The Frog Diaries     the jagged chard on the floor, from the broken mirror, caught my reflection........, I was fragmented, dissociated

self-portrait at 14 1951 I looked like Johnny Depp in the Ed Woods movie, in my white Angora sweater. We lived on Narragansett Street in Cranston, Rhode Island, right next to the Naval Base on the Sound. It was a large haunted looking house with lots of bedrooms, a sun room and window seats. Bridget, my Stepmother, and my Father had 2 sons together, David and Ahmed. My Sister Penny who was about eleven years old, and myself about thirteen, fought all the time, with each other and Bridget, who was a true paranoid schizophrenic. She taught me to duck and cover, especially when she would change temperaments in a flash, from tender to violent.....and I was her favorite........she would buy me the most beautiful, expensive clothes then, run upstairs to my closet with a scissor and cut them up, the up side was I was not her target that particular day. Meanwhile my Father was hardly ever home, he worked long hours for Yale Trucking, where he was the Manager. Once she threw my sister Penney through a third story window, but a screen saved her from falling..We learned to move fast as Bridget (real name Barbara Carol from Worster, MASS.) would explode suddenly, like the day she threw a pan of hot fat at us or the day she tossed milk bottles, they were empty though. Another time our Boxer dog named Baron, cut his paws on a glass window Bridget tried to throw my sister thru........the was dark red blood all over the stairway, living room and kitchen of

Rage   watercolor/paper   Anger/rage - as a creative tool see the best of the worst situations Personality Disorders - make the most of them

MRI of my brain 1992, by Hospital of University of PA. Excellent, Excellent, no abnormalities..........Neurologist .....always the diagnosis was different Diagnosis and Rorschard...........coming soon

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