From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #240 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Friday, October 9 1998 Volume 01 : Number 240 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: can't anybody see? [gosiam@juno.com] ET: can't anybody see? [gosiam@juno.com] ET: Yay, I'm back [Summer Burton ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 8 Oct 1998 17:25:06 -0500 From: gosiam@juno.com Subject: ET: can't anybody see? <> i quote portishead..roads..very great song..i love that song..it's such a good song.. ok, enough about the song already.. i haven't posted in AGES..ugh, i had the flu and got to stay home and just lay in bed write bad poetry and read good poetry..watch xfiles re-runs, wondering what my little friends are doing, and of course thinking about craig.. i have to fill you guys in on craig..the next paragraph is going to be about him, so scroll down if you don't wish to participate in my confusion. i have known him for 2 years almost...i met him in seventh grade [i'm a freshie in high school, and may i say it's just pure HELL thank you] i sat by him in history and english and i had the time of my life with him.. and i started liking him too...until i found out he smokes pot..i mean you could kinda tell by his eyes, they were all sore in the morning sometimes.. i just figured he did it sometimes you know? but then like a month later i found out he drinks sometimes too..not like oh my god i'm so drunk drinking but like you know, he DRANK...i talked to my friend about it and she sadi that those can't change the way i feel about him, becasue i like him for who he is when he isn't HIGH..it seemed that when i was really going through my depression period he always managed to make me laugh and cheer me up..it's like, well you girls know how it is..his eyes are just the palest shade of blue, and well, the rest is history..every time that year that i talked to him, every time that i got to even look at him, i treasured it..mainly because i knew he was going to fail and not pass to 8 grade..then he skipped school a lot and i missed him alot. but time went on, and we got separated, on report card day [this is the part where i found out he really did fail] he was kinda pissed you could tell..but he managed to put on a cheery smile and live through it..then in 8th grade school starts as usual and i start smoking..not pot, but cigarrettes..my folks don't know but my brother does know..anyway, i'm walking down the alley doing my thing [middle of 8th grade], and he walks behind me...i turn around and it's just soo painful i guess..[am i exagerrating or what?!] but really it was..i mean he was wearing a short sleeved shirt and you could see little dots on it..you know what that means..heroin or whatever..*SOB* WHY!!!!!! he said hi, and i'm like uhhm, yeah hi..trying very hard to blink away tears..he sees my cig and says, oh so you started now too, huh? and i go uhhm, yeah..so how's 7th grade for the second time ? he says it's ok..the end of the alley comes and he says better light that out, anna's[this chick who lives in the house on the corner, she lectures everybody] gonna come around and lecture you to death....i grin yeah, i guess.. see yah around....*SIGH* two weeks later i find out he likes me.. i know i should be jumping for joy, but i'm not..reina[my friend] says that we're meant for each other..we have the same interests, and everything..plus around that time we were starting our own band..craig was in it, me,jim, angelina and this guy tony..we called our selves vega. i got to see him more..and he played drums, he got to hear me sing too..[angelina, jim and tony played guitar..] but i'm giving up on that band , as a matter of fact, i'm quitting the band..i just lost my feel for it.. but now adays i see him and i just wanna run up to him, and just hug the crap out of him. .hmmm, yeah, here's some poems..forgive me aimless rambling.. go way alone* the threatening future lies ahead put my life on a death bed let me go away for a little while i know crying isn't really your style just leave me alone you know i was always accident prone you can see convulsion in my eyes look away from those petty lies loosing it all to one mistake hate is something you can't fake all alone in a world much too big for people like me... in your vein* the touch of ghosts cold breath feeling the blood pumping in my veins making me what i wanna be they say its a sign from above maybe now i'll feel yor numb love turn me into a vampire let my soul reach much higher i'll suck away all that's evil make you feel the real pain in your vein giving you the evil eye feel Satan's soft lie go ahead kill your spirit but you'll never get rid of me turn you into a vampir i'll make you feel so dirty burn your soul to ashes suck your life right out of you forgetting all that is true angel drug* leaving me behind foregetting all that you know turn black start on crack your now a mjor star in the show oh your such a ......... you've got your own powers staying up till midnight hours burning all the innocent flowers scare everyone shitless with your ghastly face fill the room with a dealy embrace start a dead religion have something to believe in oh your such a.... everyone you hate can always take the blame never showing any of life's shame you are taking over saying that you have the power choking me over and over.. you say it's an angel drug that makes you sweep the truth under the rug masmac* i don't want anything anymore the dreams are all shattered nothing really matters there's no more hope even less pride let me run and hide feeling low runaway from it all leave it behind for some angel to find go out into the world and try to find that piece of mind that was lost along the way don't listen to the shit they say everything is colorless forever depressed crying your evey out now there's nothing left to live for well, that's it kiddies..i know some of them were disturbing, but hey, it felt really good to come out..poems help everyday!! bye now ,,, alien* p.s. does anyone on this list like portishead? email me dudes...:P * margaret * alien * ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 8 Oct 1998 17:28:20 -0500 From: gosiam@juno.com Subject: ET: can't anybody see? <> i quote portishead..roads..very great song..i love that song..it's such a good song.. ok, enough about the song already.. i haven't posted in AGES..ugh, i had the flu and got to stay home and just lay in bed write bad poetry and read good poetry..watch xfiles re-runs, wondering what my little friends are doing, and of course thinking about craig.. i have to fill you guys in on craig..the next paragraph is going to be about him, so scroll down if you don't wish to participate in my confusion. i have known him for 2 years almost...i met him in seventh grade [i'm a freshie in high school, and may i say it's just pure HELL thank you] i sat by him in history and english and i had the time of my life with him.. and i started liking him too...until i found out he smokes pot..i mean you could kinda tell by his eyes, they were all sore in the morning sometimes.. i just figured he did it sometimes you know? but then like a month later i found out he drinks sometimes too..not like oh my god i'm so drunk drinking but like you know, he DRANK...i talked to my friend about it and she sadi that those can't change the way i feel about him, becasue i like him for who he is when he isn't HIGH..it seemed that when i was really going through my depression period he always managed to make me laugh and cheer me up..it's like, well you girls know how it is..his eyes are just the palest shade of blue, and well, the rest is history..every time that year that i talked to him, every time that i got to even look at him, i treasured it..mainly because i knew he was going to fail and not pass to 8 grade..then he skipped school a lot and i missed him alot. but time went on, and we got separated, on report card day [this is the part where i found out he really did fail] he was kinda pissed you could tell..but he managed to put on a cheery smile and live through it..then in 8th grade school starts as usual and i start smoking..not pot, but cigarrettes..my folks don't know but my brother does know..anyway, i'm walking down the alley doing my thing [middle of 8th grade], and he walks behind me...i turn around and it's just soo painful i guess..[am i exagerrating or what?!] but really it was..i mean he was wearing a short sleeved shirt and you could see little dots on it..you know what that means..heroin or whatever..*SOB* WHY!!!!!! he said hi, and i'm like uhhm, yeah hi..trying very hard to blink away tears..he sees my cig and says, oh so you started now too, huh? and i go uhhm, yeah..so how's 7th grade for the second time ? he says it's ok..the end of the alley comes and he says better light that out, anna's[this chick who lives in the house on the corner, she lectures everybody] gonna come around and lecture you to death....i grin yeah, i guess.. see yah around....*SIGH* two weeks later i find out he likes me.. i know i should be jumping for joy, but i'm not..reina[my friend] says that we're meant for each other..we have the same interests, and everything..plus around that time we were starting our own band..craig was in it, me,jim, angelina and this guy tony..we called our selves vega. i got to see him more..and he played drums, he got to hear me sing too..[angelina, jim and tony played guitar..] but i'm giving up on that band , as a matter of fact, i'm quitting the band..i just lost my feel for it.. but now adays i see him and i just wanna run up to him, and just hug the crap out of him. .hmmm, yeah, here's some poems..forgive me aimless rambling.. go way alone* the threatening future lies ahead put my life on a death bed let me go away for a little while i know crying isn't really your style just leave me alone you know i was always accident prone you can see convulsion in my eyes look away from those petty lies loosing it all to one mistake hate is something you can't fake all alone in a world much too big for people like me... in your vein* the touch of ghosts cold breath feeling the blood pumping in my veins making me what i wanna be they say its a sign from above maybe now i'll feel yor numb love turn me into a vampire let my soul reach much higher i'll suck away all that's evil make you feel the real pain in your vein giving you the evil eye feel Satan's soft lie go ahead kill your spirit but you'll never get rid of me turn you into a vampir i'll make you feel so dirty burn your soul to ashes suck your life right out of you forgetting all that is true angel drug* leaving me behind foregetting all that you know turn black start on crack your now a mjor star in the show oh your such a ......... you've got your own powers staying up till midnight hours burning all the innocent flowers scare everyone shitless with your ghastly face fill the room with a dealy embrace start a dead religion have something to believe in oh your such a.... everyone you hate can always take the blame never showing any of life's shame you are taking over saying that you have the power choking me over and over.. you say it's an angel drug that makes you sweep the truth under the rug masmac* i don't want anything anymore the dreams are all shattered nothing really matters there's no more hope even less pride let me run and hide feeling low runaway from it all leave it behind for some angel to find go out into the world and try to find that piece of mind that was lost along the way don't listen to the shit they say everything is colorless forever depressed crying your evey out now there's nothing left to live for well, that's it kiddies..i know some of them were disturbing, but hey, it felt really good to come out..poems help everyday!! bye now ,,, alien* p.s. does anyone on this list like portishead? email me dudes...:P ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 08 Oct 1998 20:19:42 -0500 From: Summer Burton Subject: ET: Yay, I'm back After serious e-mail problems that resulted in me not getting the last few day's messages, I am back on EDA with a new e-mail address (take note if I'm in yer address book)... Happy, happy, joy, joy... Love, - -Summer summer@bonbon.net ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #240 **********************************