Sunday Oct 22, 2006

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beware the woods at night
beware the lunar light
hey wolfmoon
come cast your spell on me
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cheech:
In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
whose heart-strings are a lute;
None sing so wildly well
as the angel Israfel,
and the giddy stars (so legends tell),
ceasing their hymns, attend the spell
of his voice, all mute

Tottering above
in her highest noon,
the enamoured moon
blushes with love,
while, to listen, the red levin
(with the rapid Pleiads, even,
which are seven)
pauses in Heaven
infinitelykaty:
I wish I could tell you! All I know is my team isn't too far from there... wink I'd recommend you look into attending the CPRI paranormal research conference in Richmond next spring. We'll be there, and it's definitely geared towards the more scientific/skeptical types.

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