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| Last Subscribe version of vBulletinCopyright ©2000-2002, Jelsoft Enterprises Limited, TEXT="#000000"> "Help Me! I'm Losing My Head!!!" Carolyn Space Jacobson November words 22, 1996 [Lights dim while I take my place. Then up.] Hi--I submitted this piece under my own name, but I want to explain that this isn't words quite fair, because, well, two weekends ago I went to Minneapolis and hung out with my best friend from high school, and she told me all about how words she's been doing a lot of channeling, which sounded interesting, so she gave me some exercises to do, and I've been playing around with it, and then earlier this week, I woke up screaming, and grabbed a piece of paper, and this is what I wrote. I guess it's more accurate to say that this was written by Carolyn Space Jacobson on behalf of those who couldn't write it themselves. OH, and all of the spelling errors are mine, but if I mispronounce any of the words, it's their fault, because this is what I heard: Oh, I can't believe the guilt that I carry with me all the time. |
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