From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #40 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, May 29 1998 Volume 01 : Number 040 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: RE: song & poem ["Pease, Kevin" ] ET: A poem...very depressing [Karen Miller ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 28 May 1998 11:42:51 -0400 From: "Pease, Kevin" Subject: ET: RE: song & poem >First, another song quiz. :) Here it is (and what is it? Who's it by?): >"what i like about you >you hold me tight.... >keep on whispering in my ear >tell me all the things that i like to hear >cause it's true >that's what i like about you" I'm pretty sure that's "What I Like About You", by The Romantics. Not entirely sure, though. >Oh and that song, "oo-ee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly, oh-oh and you're >Mary Tyler Moore...." That's Weezer right? Cept I forgot the title. >These stations here go in phases and now they're playing it again. :) That one's "Buddy Holly" by Weezer. Kevin - ---------- Kevin Pease kpease@clariion.com "I had to work to be the jerk I've come to be, It ain't easy being me..." ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 28 May 1998 17:24:04 -0700 From: Karen Miller Subject: ET: A poem...very depressing here is a poem I wrote after my dad yelled at me for watching the fifth element my favorite movie I walk into my room knowing what I am going to do. I open one of my drawers I take out a knife and slice my lips. I bleed and I taste the metal like blood on my lips. Then I stop and slice at my stomach for being to large and ugly and never allowing me to be in love or have man love me. I put the knife down then go to a some scissors I cut my hair as short as it can go. I look and the mirror and cringe at my appearance my bloody lips my short hair and my blood socked through shirt. I fall back words I land on the floor but I don't care I once again take the knife and slice at my wrist and I slice until everything goes black. I am dead. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #40 *********************************