Alma Mater

So many characters, so many times and spaces to the reality of telepathic tv. I sit onboard and off. I find "humans" to plug in and to pull away. I watch around me and inside. There are so many ways to contact this radio show. Emailing me directly is sidetracked by SATAN. Greeting me in public is the insanity of witchery. I use the tune of the sky and the tilt of the moon to the fullest. Please excuse the robustness of my form, I am working in the Middle East. Find Hamline University on a map and you will see a rat colony of the nth degree. My alma mater was nothing at all. I can see no reality as others present a very different series of stories. No one really knew me because I was just head injury girl the whole time there. I was kind, but had very little personality. I will not speak of friends. I prefer that "friends" not speak of me. I have my degree, that is all you should see.