Zen, what has your daughter been saying? (If you don't think this relevent, please pm me. I guess somehow I feel that people could benefit from her knowledge.)
thanks for the kind interest . yes , the lights are helpful and the feeling is love . all who have written here , also so . of what that woman knows , i could and won't explore it . it's possible i could meet her in person sometime - i expect she will be a very boring person and i won't say much beyond .... oh . hello , yooz gots any coffee ? other-wisely , she relates to the dim-light of folk-lore .
OOhhh, is that what Lynn was talking about? Thanks tikoo. Ummm, well, she doesn't say much, and what she does say is not particularly coherent. Believe me, I've checked some of her ravings for signs of psychicity. I haven't seen any, which is not to say there is none, just that if there is it isn't meant for me or you, but only for her. Hell, if you listen to MY ravings you won't probably see much psychicity either, but I know it's there. Her ghosts don't say much that is of use to any of us here, as far as I can tell. If that changes I'll be the first to jump on it, you can be sure.
. . to daze bugglee has been a blue-bottle fly - the fancy flying geometry it displays is a very well drawn circle in the air . kqL O .
wow i cant wait until the lezbos hit this town! it will be rather intersting to see their take on this town
It'll never happen, bubbler. It's a well known fact among psychics that lesbos are deathly afraid of psychic stuff, so they'll never show their faces around here. Something about their neural wiring, I suppose. Anyway this has some distinct advantages - for example, we can say absolutely anything we want about them here, within the forum guidelines of course, and there is no danger of reprisals from any of them.
Dope, you're asking me to put myself inside the mind of a lesbo and determine what one might say that could constitute a danger. This in itself is a dangerous undertaking, and I must respectfully decline to engage in such activities.
Silva the Witch lived in hut in the forest . She had a mysterious cat and rode a white horse and when angry would charge about on the horse flailing a large dagger in the air .. Within the hut hung the mummy of an owl . Magazine photos of women covered the inner domed wall . She made black candles . She spent the winter months eating Lsd and making organic feminine vagina rags for sale or trade . Before winter , she'd gather a large supply of sticks for firewood . Once she tried to milk a wild range cow . She liked to cut off and eat the re-growable tails of alligator lizards .
Dementia R Us. Okay fine then. For the record, one of my wife's best friends is lesbian. She is also an ordained minister and one of the most giving and caring people I know, and I love her to death. I wrote her a poem for her ordination.
as for how the witch problem (the biting one) has resolved - she has retreated deeper within illusion and is quiet there . shhh... let us be quiet here (this string) in the light .
I like to tiptoe very loudly, so that everybody will notice that I'm trying to be quiet. Have you ever noticed that when people have conversation nearby in a normal tone of voice, it's easy to ignore it, but when they whisper it grabs your attention and won't let go? So for the benefit of your witch, tikoo, I think we should all whisper.