From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #307 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 Saturday, December 5 1998 Volume 01 : Number 307 * 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 V1 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: i ran out of original subject lines [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Charlie,] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 3 Dec 1998 23:30:44 -0800 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Charlie, Andalite, & The Goddess) Subject: ET: i ran out of original subject lines Buenos noches, here tis one.. - -a man outside a diner calls himself Elvis/he winks at the women as they pass/he wants some change for degrading on the corner/we all walk handing while he's standing by the door - -down the sidewalk, i go wrapped in my lonliness/the gutter smells, the shops have bells & an undaunted couple kiss/a pretzel stand outside Macy's refuses a blind man some food/we got money but we're running cause we just don't know what to do well eventually we'll realize fragility and - san-fran-cis-co smokin' people's reality, cause it's gone on and on we must move on soon it's gone on and on we've got to be there soon cuz the nighttime is fading - -in my room are candles & light catchers & notebooks/we know how to laugh it off, we got down how to look/but in this haze, a disenchanting glaze, I can't tell which way the sky is/the jar is empty, banks got plenty, let's get down to biz it's gone on and on we must move on soon it's gone on and on we've got to be there soon cuz the nighttime is fading the train has come - the train has gone but we never hopped on and - plastic reindeer angels gettin' into gear for writing their own songs, well it's gone on and on we must move on soon it's gone on and on we've got to be there soon cuz the nighttime is fading love sam the ? angel moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #307 **********************************