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	<title>Comments on: or if my spaceship didn&#8217;t have the fuel to stop</title>
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	<description>this is just a jam</description>
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		<title>By: vive42</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 15:13:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>if anything i think i&#039;m too authentic.  i tend to put everything out there, including my vulnerabilities.

i&#039;m glad you identify with my fictional writing.  i&#039;ve only had one episode of more seriously disturbed thinking (a few years ago and never repeated thank goodness!).  usually i&#039;m just depressive, but the one time it happened it was really terrible.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>if anything i think i&#8217;m too authentic.  i tend to put everything out there, including my vulnerabilities.</p>
<p>i&#8217;m glad you identify with my fictional writing.  i&#8217;ve only had one episode of more seriously disturbed thinking (a few years ago and never repeated thank goodness!).  usually i&#8217;m just depressive, but the one time it happened it was really terrible.</p>
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		<title>By: valid-i</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 14:08:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have been there, where you feel your dog’s fur on your skin, but don’t feel the dog feeling your skin, you are, but is there really a dog? A hellish state where you make people explode in the television news and water birds die in oil, because you are THE mind, trapped in the bad god’s role you didn’t ask for. 
In my case the thoughts are slight symptoms of  dissociative disorder. 

I still now and then need to go “ into the package”, as I call the, about one week, when I turn of the phone and lock myself in my house, with something I can intensively concentrate on (unfortunately often an exercising bike), in order to stop the craziness in my head.  But it stops and stays away longer and longer. Just don’t use restricting food to drive away the thoughts.

“I know you Vanessa”, and I want to tell you again that I believe you are authentic (which I wasn’t quit sure about in the beginning, as you probably noticed from my lecturing comments).

You hang on there girlfriend, it’s soon Sunday!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have been there, where you feel your dog’s fur on your skin, but don’t feel the dog feeling your skin, you are, but is there really a dog? A hellish state where you make people explode in the television news and water birds die in oil, because you are THE mind, trapped in the bad god’s role you didn’t ask for.<br />
In my case the thoughts are slight symptoms of  dissociative disorder. </p>
<p>I still now and then need to go “ into the package”, as I call the, about one week, when I turn of the phone and lock myself in my house, with something I can intensively concentrate on (unfortunately often an exercising bike), in order to stop the craziness in my head.  But it stops and stays away longer and longer. Just don’t use restricting food to drive away the thoughts.</p>
<p>“I know you Vanessa”, and I want to tell you again that I believe you are authentic (which I wasn’t quit sure about in the beginning, as you probably noticed from my lecturing comments).</p>
<p>You hang on there girlfriend, it’s soon Sunday!</p>
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