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her doctor is "dr. phil" (that's how she refers to him.) by all accounts he's the one of the top neurosurgeons in fort worth. i've met him briefly. he seems very dynamic - energetic, tall and erect, fastidious in his appearance, friendly and easy-going, quick-witted when you talk to him. i know somebody who was in a painting class with him. he said phil was "really smart." dr. phil spends part of the year in brazil. he does some work at a clinic down there, and also likes to visit john of god, a healer in the mountains down there. dr. phil seems to think there's something to him. he went down there, gave j.o.g. my friend's vital statistics, and came back with a bunch of herbs for her to take. she says she has more energy, so what the hell. as long as phil doesn't drag her down to the jungle and have the dude perform surgery with his bare hands on her, i guess it'll be ok. |
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love is a strong word. i respect him for it. (though i noticed there was a link to "ave maria catholic singles", spider.) shit, i don't know. i was reading an article on chekhov just now: "as always, and unlike tolstoy, chekhov leaves the question of what it all means unanswered. he raises it, but then - as if remembering that he is a man of science and a rationalist - seems to shrug and walk out of the room." |
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he must have jesus's pr man, heather. |
I dreamt I was molested by a priest last night. I think I was a boy in the dream. |
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dave, you drank all the coffee, damn you! |
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my mother calls me kid. you can call me father. |
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i forgot to say that a while ago i had a dream i was suddenly in the middle of the streets of palestine - maybe it was jenin - in the middle of raging gunfire. sitting in my chair, in the middle of the street, in the open. i think i was actually shot in this one, too. |