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One of my guilty pleasures is watching Sylvia Brown when she does her weekly appearance on the Montel Williams show. I don't know if Miss Sylvia is the real deal or an elaborate fraud and I can't claim to really care. I'm under her spell, inexplicably transfixed by her explanations of the 'paranormal' phenomena figuratively lain at her feet by members of the Montel studio audience who, oftentimes, are clearly further off their rocker than the acclaimed 'psychic' may be.
I watched on Wednesday as a well-dressed, well-spoken, middle class woman swore up and down that her pet rabbit could be in two places at once. She insisted that she had seen her rabbit loose in one room and upon checking his cage, found it locked with Fluffy safe inside. I immediately deduced that the goofy broad just had too much time on her hands. But then her daughter-in-law was introduced and she made the same claim. Clutch the pearls! How would Miss Sylvia explain this?
"Are you familiar with the term 'bilocation'?" Miss Sylvia asks. The two woman looked blank and shook their heads. 'It's an old woman. She's making the rabbit be in two places at once.' And what other explanation could there be? Bien sur, Peter Cottontail is posessed.
"Is there a message [from the old woman-ghost]?" the woman asks.
"'Look what I can do,'" answered Miss Sylvia, as sure of herself as when she states her own name.
Do daytime talk shows get any more entertaining than that, my friends? Nay, I say. Nay!
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Bits of fire in the sky push me east back home. I used to live in flames
but it's hard on the wings. Choke me. Smoke me. Scare me back. You try
but you just can't. I peel the layers in my spare time, and you're easy
to see through. I can fly, I've discovered on my own. I may be the lesser
butterfly but my wings are just as strong. Who are you to tell me to find
a place to land? I may be the lesser butterfly but baby watch me glide.
