From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #95 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, July 27 1998 Volume 01 : Number 095 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Re: ET: 5 days [JonBoy911@aol.com] ET: JEWEL!!! [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: Poetry [LOVE1618@aol.com] ET: Hold on Untiled [Karen Miller ] ET:new to this ["ws r" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 26 Jul 1998 03:24:31 EDT From: JonBoy911@aol.com Subject: Re: ET: 5 days I think I read between the lines. You went on a five day killing spree and killed dozens of people, and know the heroin is running out, and you feel bad about what you did, right? Well, I forgive you, and I am praying that you don't get caught. Hope everything is better. Jon ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 26 Jul 1998 10:01:49 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: JEWEL!!! ANGELS! My wonderful cousin David (definately an everyday insightful angel), who works at Starbucks, has met Jewel. (Oh to be him.) Below is his letter to me. Sam the ? angel I was thinking of angels when I turned and saw her, standing shyly in line, a soft glow surrounding her, protecting her from the cynical hate of the routine mongers in line. I froze, only for a second, but long enough for the arrow to strike. Those eyes! They filled the frame, nothing else existed, entrancing. Soon, I heard the noises, the sounds of the ocean gently soothing my lobes. Could I go on? I did. It was only a second. I managed a smile, self conciously trying to warn her of my weakened state, but she accepted, smiling back with acknowledgment. I had to go on, there were people expecting my help, addicts who couldn't possibly face the day without my gift of caffeine. I would soon face her. I turned to pour, back again to the line, on and on, each time looking up at my angel, as if on cue she looked back. Shyly smiling. At last the encounter. Such beauty. A siren's voice. I knew her, but how? The order taken, the money exchanged, all that was left was the name. I summoned my courage, quieted my nerves, and offered my name, David. She repeated it gently, looked up at me softly, and sang hers back. Jewel. Shyly smiling, she turned and walked away. A little dramatic, but that was my encounter with Jewel today at Starbuck's. I wanted to talk to her, but the line was huge and my manager was right next to me. I swear she smiled at me, whether out of courtesy or more I don't know. Hopefully she'll return at a quieter time. I realized later I should've gotten her autograph for you. I really was entranced at first, and it was before I realized who she was. What a beauty! Whoooo! moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 26 Jul 1998 14:41:47 EDT From: LOVE1618@aol.com Subject: ET: Poetry ET: Poetry You guys have such a talent. I am in awe of the words that I have read over the past few months. I have written some of the poems with the authors name underneath on my bed room wall. there there for me when I need them. I am writing this not only to compliment you but to invite you to join THE CRACKED MIRROR. THE CRACKED MIRROR is a poetry list that I started a few months back. It is a list for people to share any writings they have...people compliment on them, people critisize them, people critique them. I write poetry as well...I think It's importent to share poetry...It is a way of sharing your feelings to those that shae those feelings. THE CRACKED MIRROR means that...when a mirror is whole, you can see so far...but when a mirror is cracked, you see everything from a different angle. Please, if you would like to join the list, we would be honored to have you Love as always, Ami The singing, laughing, playing, writing, happy, sad, living angel....Quite a name, huh? :o) please e-mail me to join THE CRACKED MIRROR at Ms Poem@aol.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 26 Jul 1998 13:03:16 -0700 From: Karen Miller Subject: ET: Hold on Untiled I wrote this while I was watching Sarah Mclaghn on VH1 story tellers Hold on hold on hold on my love we are almost there we are almost safe in the realms of dreams and away from the world and into are fantasies were nothing not even are selves Untilled I will go to bed tonight and hope I will never awake tomorrow to face counsiness once again I cannot bear I cannot stand the looks the words that they say yet I know that I am the one who says those things that it is me who says those things but maybe another time another place I will meet him and he will awaken me from my nightmares and I will awake from my uncouiness I cannot wait I am drunken by desire holly ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 26 Jul 1998 14:48:21 PDT From: "ws r" Subject: ET:new to this Ok, Well this is my first post to this. I've been on it for a little while and was wondering if someone could give me an e-mail or directions to somewhere, so I can know a little about what goes on on this list. Basically, I'm kinda fumbling in the dark here. Anyone got a light? Sue "...If you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you." -Friedrich Nietzsche Beyond good and evil ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #95 *********************************