From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #367 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 Monday, December 27 1999 Volume 02 : Number 367 * 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: ~to st.stephen, from the soul of t~ [shivergirl ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 26 Dec 1999 23:50:13 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~to st.stephen, from the soul of t~ * the age of consent/i sent/my confirmation/body-yes/soul-cheque/for the chance/to taste/the perfect pint/in spirit/with all these extra/bonus minutes/i'm left with/to build human contracts/out of inanimate objects/constant credit checks/in first-person prejudice/of course * move the slush of drudgery around the icky edges like veggies on an unappetizing dinner plate dissent from the rest of the four food groups of society's degenerative soul-diseases do solely what you please with that piece of baloney you call freedom/life * non-profit results on the mental print-out each night a flight to the land of self-mockery (make-believe) where the scam artists actually start to believe their own lies the going rate acceptable aesthetic endowments and psychotic rationalization compartments all neat and tidy in the drawer of wakefulness painful self-awareness breeds every kind of psychic trickery * being happy does not violate me being an individual inside a couple does not sever me being a lover of contemporary popular music does not compromise me i'm not a pedophile a mental midget or overly infantile i embrace Buy Nothing Day don't i applaud culture jamming all the time just wanting to be my own spiritual leader life-alterer ad-buster psychic advisor for a while * he uses different *tech*niques unique to space and time and place i believe in fleeting moments of united transcendence the ability to obtain peace not just rehearsing for the recital of life reading all those self-help manuals i can expand my own mind til it reaches the retractable roof of my own sky dome of love * bankrupt from early on i learned how to rip off my own crests project royalty onto everyone else but myself label my little girl a pileated woodpecker endangered disrespected creature withering in familial palliative care i plugged my heart into animation one day it stopped contriving raining in my rightsy artsy brain waves slowing the undulation long enough to deliberately instigate a joyful riot minus pain in my mind-frame game christened new schemata day * luddite-boy/piece of shite/apocalyptic showdown/full of hype/idiotic tripe/why did i/fight/global reality/greek destiny/multiperspectival lies/neutral-blind/all the time/i believed/i was/trying * supernatural connection i don't need to be alive on this earth i don't need you to live necessarily here to feel it feed live to witness your affection before my very eyes from across the room of time-distance i feel the hue of the blue-green-grey mesh inside this mess the lovely depressed madness-girl sleeping in the snow now * you don't want blonde hair or fake silicone sacks possession in the form of expectation just finns for me to be able to swim across the intro into our dream instrumental words finally set free from the blinking screen of mute vocalization performing love deeds in reality i long for your courtesy knowing the warmth instead of embracing the chill of self-flagellation i wait for the holiness to rain down from heaven every day in the form of beloved technology i curse droughts in the form of no messages from you * it seems you were great at lexiconing your love you were great at interpreting music genius you were great at getting inside psychosis you were great at exemplifying rigid lunacy it seems i was great at believing myself unworthy i was great at projecting my mistrust away from me i was great at denying an entire relationship i was great at building the distance to exit it we were great at pick each other's scabs we were great at the master/slave dynamic we were great at toasting the outsiders of love we were great at being key transitional figures it seems ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #367 **********************************