From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #254 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, September 3 1999 Volume 02 : Number 254 * 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: for fido :) ["shivergirl" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 02 Sep 99 23:23:15 PDT From: "shivergirl" Subject: ET: for fido :) (the second day of the rest of forever--or the duel of the fates) * he said i had the most pretty perfect little buds even though my mother nipped them til they bled and they seemed to spill over and out of all the miniscule tearcups that surround girls where boys are concerned * a ringless finger an empty cavity (at least my heart's mine again) golden thread unravelling at the speed of a stellar orgasm pain-band a love-bond i broke, severed, my other leg in the relationship morgue (at least they can keep each other company) * how could something work out with a virgin anyway? * you always know what you need. i don't. you turn into the biggest romantic hollywood hero, and say we're coca-cola. i feel stale. you claim my letting go of the kite is a short-term selfish act that incidentally only increases my cruelty quotient. oh well. i can still feel the tangles like my hair after a shower. and you never learn how to be conditioner. only your own shampoo. * it seems our death has consisted of only the demise of you&you my integrity, scorpio-spark of pride (fire) long since extinguished by your run-of-the-mill member (hose) into the ether (creamated self-respect in a vase held by the hard man with soft hands-- the mere mortal, non-sensation i flew over a cliff for) treading amongst sharks with sharp, stained, demanding teeth who want to swallow my secrets like semen, or 40 ice(d) teas all at once! so i get to (have to) unclamp my soul from his carnivore insides as sticky sweet as they feel choking my will with nervous nails spitting out the girl who doesn't know the television award the way i do (now), (only the reward of being pseudo-perfect), join the functioning in buffalo, and forget. * we break up and you send me: not a let's get back together not a i'll do anything not a i miss you already not a please don't go not a what can i do? but four (make that five) reasons why another seemingly-normal woman wants you. and you wonder why i go banana split * she is a waiting willow, no longer on the fringe of my forest wanting to crawl up your peacoat for a week, into your twice-traumatized heart, slice me to pieces all the while appearing the good friend, proclaiming my feelings null and void, invalid and worthless as the skin they're weeping and bleeding all over. i say take your vanessa williams. just don't act suprised when she loses her crown too. * if i stayed in this plane i would end up on the north fork of long island on a ragged psychotic rock covered by a crab's carcass, and i can't continue to let you be my jfk jr., even if you go on thinking you're a kennedy, at least i'd still be alive--an uncommon commoner who didn't crash into your loving well. even if i have to give up pensive, poignant vanity fair black&white photographs, i'd much rather splash around in orange and pinks. * ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #254 **********************************