From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #178 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 Tuesday, June 22 1999 Volume 02 : Number 178 * 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 V2 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Woodstock 99 (are you there?) ["Scott S." ] ET: rambles [Courtney M Gordon ] Re: ET: rambles [~* cymbaline *~ ] [none] [Courtney M Gordon ] ET: peace in a moment of yellowed silence ["C. C. & S." Subject: ET: Woodstock 99 (are you there?) Howdy Angels, Originally, i wasn't gonna be there but i am now! If any other Angels are going, give me an e-mail and i'll try to set up a party in my room or something. I'll try to get a greeting from Jewel for everyone!!! "Scott S." -Big Sexy Angel "FEAR IS NOTHING MORE THAN AN ADVENTURE TO BE BROKEN!" P.E.A.C.C.EŠ President/Founder and Proud EDA! http://homestead.com/rocksolid ICQ#9685289 ___________________________________________________________________ Get the Internet just the way you want it. Free software, free e-mail, and free Internet access for a month! Try Juno Web: http://dl.www.juno.com/dynoget/tagj. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 21 Jun 1999 15:56:32 -0400 From: Courtney M Gordon Subject: ET: rambles Dear Everyone, this is just mindless babbling, I'm extremely hyper right now. WARNING The following document contains shocking signs of the early stages of a young senile courtney gordon. Do not in any way attempt to understand any of the following words, as doing so may lead to serious mental damage. Consider yourself warned Bobby Bill and Baby Stewie ride again! Let's get a kitty! Smile cuz there's no tomorrow. Vaughn was made of giraffe crap, marbles, and a big bucket of paint. Do firetrucks come out at night? What do horses eat for lunch, the little people have a hunch. Discover the great big world with the little people! The horse radish can save you if you have faith in it, trust it my son! "I can't believe that i could be decieved by my so called girl, but in reality, she had a hidden agenda. she put my tender heart in a blender and still i surendered. Hey, like a chump..." You discombobulated my poster! they killed baby stewie and bobby bill! them bastards! There are many things that i would like to say to you but i don't speak cow. I have attention deficit hyperactive disorder, and I'm just about stupid at songwriting. And Fred...Fred gets on my nerves, like, like you wouldn't believe! i am yoda. "I appreciate it, i do, but leave me alone" Root Rot: chacterized by the rotting of the base of plants. ~~~~~~~~~~ okay i'm done now, feel free to question or comment at your own will, but if you try to understand, and you hurt yourself by doing so, you cannot blame me! :-) love and luck always Courtney ___________________________________________________________________ Get the Internet just the way you want it. Free software, free e-mail, and free Internet access for a month! Try Juno Web: http://dl.www.juno.com/dynoget/tagj. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 21 Jun 1999 14:20:14 PDT From: ~* cymbaline *~ Subject: Re: ET: rambles Hmmm... that sort of reminded me off the following E-mail I recieved from a senile friend. He sent it to me out of the blue... I never talked to him after this... he got too scary for me... "Have you ever been attacked by a duck? I'm afraid of those feathery demons. They are mean, evil even. I just wanted to know where you stood on this issue. So, have you hooked up with that geriatric guy yet or what? I don't know why, but I have ducks on my mind. You have webbed feet right? Holly cow! your a big duck, aren't you???? Damn Gina! I never thought about it like this before. Your just a big freak duck. I see through your clever little disguise. Your not foolen' this cow! No way." My name isn't even Gina... Peace, Kelly _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 21 Jun 1999 19:17:33 -0400 From: Courtney M Gordon Subject: [none] Dear Everyone, okay, I got another problem. I've got some great friends, such as Serina, and don't get me wrong, I love her like my own flesh and blood, but I feel kind of alone right now. I had been put through hell and back with a lot of shit that's happened in my life, and I kind of feel alone because I can talk to Serina for hours on end about how much pain I've put up with, but I don't have anyone that actually *knows* the pain. (Does this make sense?) I mean, she knows how I feel, but she doesn't really *know* it. I don't mean that I wish she had gone through the stuff I have, because she definitly doesn't deserve that (well no one does) and I would never wish that on her or any of my friends, but I wish i had someone in my life that *did* know. just thought I'd share. love and luck always courtney ___________________________________________________________________ Get the Internet just the way you want it. Free software, free e-mail, and free Internet access for a month! Try Juno Web: http://dl.www.juno.com/dynoget/tagj. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 21 Jun 1999 12:27:03 -0700 From: "C. C. & S." Subject: ET: peace in a moment of yellowed silence yo angulz, here are some new poems. under the lamplight a milky grin black leather metal pressed against skin a twisted glance a barbed wire kiss flickering shadows sour honeyed hiss and a drip a slow moving drop lightly singed glowing paraffin an easing pool sticky red silence reflecting stone steam and a velvet still now i know what have i done now i know what i have done now i know what i have done now i know what i have done 6.18.99 ... where do you wear your heart? on your leg with your sex appeal? or in your soul, trying to be real? maybe under the knife they cut your skin that's where you'd find it sinking, giving in. is it in your hair, do you show it there? or does no one know, is it nowhere ... my thoughts are made of stone, so confusing and alone, while my fingers turn to lead pounding into my head. I hate this harsh burden of trudging on my own, needing to get this off my back and escape the incessant drone. as my senses turn to fade into a shooting painful shade and my blood silver mercury full of drowning sand and sea then I wish I could get out and unlock this awful grasp, that drowns me in waking day, and will suffocate me in its clasp. 6.20.99 ... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I hate cynnicism yet it's what I am. But why are you so harsh? It's what stings my eyes, it makes me cry. I have enough with my own pain, but you, you seem uncaring. ... at the end, a crumbling cliff's edge, a steeper ledge, an ice pick in my hand. which to choose? what way to go? rude and harsh, or fast, yet slow? a mental torture, or dashed on rock? a vibrant pain, or salty shock? in agony are both to me, I have to cry at what I see. what's left of life when the end choice is guilty pain screamed from an empty voice... ... how am I to know which way to go, I will never know the result of the road not taken. ... Decisions, cruel killers refusing to cease the venemous hold... what to do, to lie, be told...... === i used to be a superhero - -ani difranco === anyone know who wrote the following poem (email address) or have the entire thing? see i love this poem but my computer screwed it up so when i tried to save it from a long time ago, it deleted part of the poem (where the ******'s are). HELP! ~Confetti Heart~ by Bill Downey What regrets can be swallowed till the glass catches in your throat What choice is made when the wrong road is chosen To wrestle the emptiness A snarling creature Hot breath in your ear as fangs puncture your jugular Claws tearing sinews from bone Lovingly jumping into the arms of the Beast An emptiness unfulfilling yet pouring out in waves Putting braces on my legs Gravel grating against what few strings still hold the vision together To shed my skin Falling away like burned flesh No clean new suit. A choice of convenience The convenience of a Confetti Heart ************ unexplainable and the coldness seeps in freezing the rivers effects of the endless pain crushed worn and tattered how did this come from such a sweet smile gentle words weaved into a silken web scared to breathe should've opened my eyes sooner for he couldn't see the deepness of my soul or the passion for life carried within an innocent heart.... love in a sometimes loveless world, sam the ? angel "it's like how does your heart beat, and why do you breathe?" -lisa loeb ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #178 **********************************