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Pastimes : A Camphouse cupboard - My Notes to me -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Bill on the Hill who wrote (119)	5/4/2003 9:23:36 PM
From: Bill on the Hill	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 155

PAXIL-CR moment........ Quiet low discordant music in the background. Something inside of you notices the peaceful note but somehow one note is out of chord. Your attention turns to the background noise of normal television. This one out of chord note has GRABBED your attention. A young womans voice, questioning, comes in lowly. " I feel a tension. ", she states. A man obviously in his mid-thirties says, " I find it harder to make decisions. I think it is a matter of trust." Then a calm, strong and even male voice comes in clearly, " PAXIL-CD will help you to find that one point you can stay in. But remember to consult a physician if you ever attempt to quit taking!" Did I hear clearly? Nothing said about seeing one before I started taking PAXIL-CD. Now I have to ask to be able to quit? Does anyone else see the truth other than Aldous Huxley? Am I having a PAXIL moment? What is going to happen to us? When we finally give all our freedom away. To drugs and forced worship of the goods they need to move. How long till its given over. Stopping us from choosing. What to take and not take. TODAY!

To: Bill on the Hill who wrote (119)	7/9/2003 1:11:37 AM
From: Bill on the Hill	Respond to of 155

Movement is one of the easiest ways to rediscover your inner self. Slow and deliberate movement. A move that requires your full focus. A movement where every breath is counted. I find the easiest way to count my breath as follows: I find some funky ass music. Some shit that aint got no words. Some music where some dude is playing his sound. He or she is strikin' a tune. A tune where joy can be heard rising from the vibration of pure sound. One where each note seems to last a lifetime. Each beat a million years. Every sound is wrapped in echoes and echoes and echoes. Where I watch each sound wrap itself around me and fall away like a drape of light to the floor a mile below me. What a sight to behold. The door of the kingdom. Landing here on earth. And I was not even watching. It was always here. Or was it? Or was it? Or was it? And remember little boys and girls. The strip show starts at 10