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Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Dark Dreams(poem) [Seth Fulmer ] ET: Hair [PinkFleshyHeart@aol.com] ET: oldie but goodie [PinkFleshyHeart@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 13 Dec 1999 14:54:26 -0500 (EST) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: Dark Dreams(poem) Hey everyone :) This is a poem about sorta the darker side of me. Some of you have read poems about it but some haven't. I try to keep this part hidden for the most part, so if it bugs you, I'm really sorry. :( As always, if you don't want to receive my poetry any more, let me know and I won't send them anymore to you. Also, comments are welcome but not necessary. Take care and Have a Fantastic Day! :o) -Seth ================ Dark Dreams by Seth D. Fulmer 12/13/99 I feel like nobody really understands me A shield of power surrounds and protects me I have within myself a good side and bad I can run into churches and scare the daylights from cherubs I love a girl so perfect in spirit She makes me laugh but she hates me She does not love me that's for damn sure Should I just take her and kiss her and score? However I also love someone else She once was taken but now is alone I'm tempted to use that but that is just wrong Oh screw my damn morals I want to; let's go!! I'm playing a game my friend knows how to play He cheats and I lose most horribly rotten But I am not like that I do not lose! I enable my demon power I cheat and I win However I know what my friend might now do That really does annoy me He'll die if I lose! I use all my power within this world and out I nuke every soul on earth except me I'm god! I run through my paces; I'm mad at what I've done I've killed all my friends my family, and loved ones I start to repent but then I find a girl alive She makes passionate love to me then I make her die! I see all this glory I gloat at my life Could heaven be better? Who knows until I get there? ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 13 Dec 1999 19:20:34 EST From: PinkFleshyHeart@aol.com Subject: ET: Hair Thought this was cute. Lisa :) Here are two versions of the same conversation. Female version: Woman-1: Oh! You got a haircut! That's so cute! Woman-2: Do you think so? I wasn't sure when she gave me the mirror. I mean, you don't think it's too fluffy looking? Woman-1: Oh God no! No, it's perfect. I'd love to get my hair cut like that, but I think my face is too wide. I'm pretty much stuck with this stuff I think. Woman-2: Are you serious? I think your face is adorable. And you could easily get one of those layer cuts - that would look so cute I think. I was actually going to do that except that I was afraid it would accent my long neck. Woman-1: Oh - that's funny! I would love to have your neck! Anything to take attention away from this two-by-four I have for a shoulder line. Woman-2: Are you kidding? I know girls that would love to have your shoulders. Everything drapes so well on you. I mean, look at my arms - see how short they are? If I had your shoulders I could get clothes to fit me so much easier. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Male version: Man-1: Haircut? Man-2: Yeah. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 13 Dec 1999 19:24:36 EST From: PinkFleshyHeart@aol.com Subject: ET: oldie but goodie an oldie, but a goodie... Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus Editorial Page, New York Sun, 1897 We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun: I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, "If you see it in The Sun, it's so." Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus? Virginia O'Hanlon Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge. Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished. Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world. You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. No Santa Claus? Thank God he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!! ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #355 **********************************