From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #73 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 Thursday, March 18 1999 Volume 02 : Number 073 * 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: crush [Miles and Prystowsky ] ET: ::: [Miles and Prystowsky ] ET: 1 more [Miles and Prystowsky ] Re: ET: crush [Angeljlr98@aol.com] ET: poem(The Devil's Mistress) [Seth Fulmer ] ET: poem i wrote... [nicole kline ] Re: ET: crush ["Kevin Pease" ] ET: for nicole and courtney :P ["shivergirl" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 16 Mar 1999 22:14:15 -0800 From: Miles and Prystowsky Subject: ET: crush ever notice how so many songs are titled "crush"? 'it's just a little crush..." yeah, right. summer, i wrote you back already about your boys&stuff post... but i'm looking at all of us, all of us, and we're all swirling around in craziness, grabbing wildly to clasp something, struggling through each day to try and sift through our emotions... my god, we're all in the same field. this isn't a bad thing. it's just a realization: how we're all...searching. all of us. kat. naomi. summer. seth. jamie. jon. maggie. jenny. niki. me. whew... - -me the ? angel ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 16 Mar 1999 18:42:14 -0800 From: Miles and Prystowsky Subject: ET: ::: lalala.... picture #1 Greasy hair, going unnoticed, because everyone's is. It's hard not to, in this place where even the roads are still. And tents collapse onto blue periwinkles but that's alright, because you can find alabaster in the stream emerging down by the ocean. there are poets down there. - - - - picture # 2 they make carvings of dolphins in the house, that's miles away from surfboards. If you try, you can strain far out to misty sea till your eyes become the horizon. There, you just may see a spray into the air before it evaporates. The dolphins are more real out there, though the carvings are made of the wood that they swim by. 3.15.99 - -sm - - - - 11 AM on Tuesday lemon lust. I can smell her cough drop as if it were her perfume. Her hair piled on her head, her confidant walk, her mouth curves down in self-assuring doom. She spits tiny seeds, pinions, from her invisible stare. Her black pumps are worn down to bare. I envy her not. 3.15.99 - - - - She wears flares, and cares so much she acts she cares not at all. She pales her face & lines her eyes & squints, analyzing what behavior to create next. All concentration is on the appropriate reaction. She draws her lips dark and yet not the object of attention. At last, she bursts into too much action, wishing to be brilliant. 3.15.99 - - - - The Reverie in a reverie, I saw you walking. The sidewalk was empty, except for you. You didn't notice me. You were beautiful, your features soft and serene. You swung your arms as though with each you tossed away a care. Your footsteps were light. Your mood fell in folds around you. The faint shadows in passing trees held delicate webs. You walked on, unaware of me, and I felt I could look on for a long time. Then, your walk shifted. You turned, your head darted, you at once rested straight on me. I froze. And in your eyes, I cannot erase, a virulent fire, alive and direct, stared out of black ink, stung me. 3.15.99 - SM love- Sam the ? angel ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 16 Mar 1999 21:55:15 -0800 From: Miles and Prystowsky Subject: ET: 1 more tell me what you guys think -- "a visit to willy" she sits motionless, and plays cards. the red matches the ace. the numbers jump in front of her, and she tries to memorize the person in orange garbe across the table from her, tries not to notice the guards pacing the doors to her left and right and rear. she blocks out the mumbling, till all conversation around her becomes one faint buzzing, and the sea of orange shirts and orange pants becomes fuzzy. all attention is on cards, in this enormous open gray cage; you wouldn't know it was summer, the way that pale sun barely sifts in through the dirty, bird-cluttered skylights. energy flies from her hands, she slaps the two, grabs the queen of hearts. her mouth moves and fills the air between them, she talks, and chatters, to keep things normal. you need a haircut, she says, your eyes are still grey like the sea. grey, like these walls, grey, like the sea. she smiles and pats the hand, the hand that is draped over the edge of the table, the hand so much smoother than hers. she laughs and thinks of how someday, the summertime will show on that overgrown hair, the sun will be all but dim. she smiles, and blocks from behind her peach-framed glasses. her face is worn and tired, her cheeks weather many wrinkles. the hollows in her eyes penetrate deep into the pain she witholds. she grabs the eight diamond, and pats the hand, and then, in a sudden moment, lets her hand go limp, and for an instant, a vapor of all the weight of her burdens flickers across her face. her eyes go pale as her white permed hair, and her polka-dotted frame slumps. then, her pink lips regain the smile, while she chooses the card, and calms her shaking hands. 3.16.99 - sm love - -sam the ? angel ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 17 Mar 1999 04:02:15 EST From: Angeljlr98@aol.com Subject: Re: ET: crush You're so deep, Sam =P =) Speaking of searching...I've been searching frantically on the net for anything on Shelby Starner..does anyone know anything about her? That (personally) is what I (as a person) am searching for. =) Love, Jamie ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 17 Mar 1999 09:16:06 -0500 (EST) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: poem(The Devil's Mistress) Hey everyone :) I wrote this poem last week after a really weird/strange/whatever night I had the night before. It's about this girl that is really freakily coincidently almost exactly like my prom date even name..except for one thing..My prom date's name was Hannah..This girl's name was/is "Johanna". My friend Heidi thinks I'm obsessed..lol.yeah right! Johanna may look good but her personality's not right. Anyhow..Here's the poem..I was a little hesitant about posting it because I don't feel comfortable showing this bad side of me...but it's almost my best poem the past few days. Take cares and Have a Fantastic Day! :o) Oh..and comments are appreciated if you want :) The Devil's Mistress by Seth D. Fulmer 3/8/99 She plays music in my dreams She rings on my bells She sticks the drumstick in and she plays rock and roll My mind can't get away from her She harps at my friends The temptation is so great but her image isn't real My hormones start racing in the middle of the night But her body's not doing anything It's the devil in disguise I'm all alone at night hot and sweaty with passion nobody's in bed with me, but in my mind,...she's back! I decide to go call her to tell her to stop but at 3:15 AM, nobody's alive then. Annoyance races through me Dammit, quit screwing me! I have 3 more hours to go then I have to get up for work A half an hour later and the covers on the floor More sweat than a fever My pillow across the room She's messed with my mind and turned me so beastial I doubt I'd be recognized as a human lifeform Drooling so rabidly, sweat pouring from my skin, The devil's lovely mistress has given me bliss My sweat turns to tears as I wake up to find my sweet mistress dear was but an illusion The devil, in a woman's form was messing with my mind taking all of my desires and destroying my sanity Seth D. Fulmer mailto:kaosking@voicenet.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 17 Mar 1999 06:38:03 -0800 (PST) From: nicole kline Subject: ET: poem i wrote... here is somethign i wrote yesterday when i was on my way home from work. let me know what you all think...nik22@drexel.edu. church carpenter pedestrians industrial supply a door opened in the midst of traffic crawling uphill in fourth gear (why am i already in fourth gear) skimming the guard rails at 45 (proof:not a second goes by without a chance at my pen) 3.16 hey..i have a question for you all...would you like me to send my poetry magazine (e-zone, newsletter, whatever) to the list? i tried to send it to some people and if you didnt get it, it's because it was too big and it came back to me. let me know what you all think of this...i can make it small enough to not clog up all yoru mailboxes...but i need everyone's permission ( and interest! ) first. thanks! nicole tiny raining angel _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 17 Mar 1999 11:08:17 -0500 From: "Kevin Pease" Subject: Re: ET: crush Hey Jamie, http://www.fionahaswings.com/shelby/ Found this searching for "Shelby Starner" on altavista. Go nuts. :) Kevin - ---------- Kevin Pease kbpease@boston.crosswinds.net ICQ UIN: 3106063 AOL IM: kbpease http://www.crosswinds.net/boston/~kbpease/ "I know it's been quite a long time since I / Sang a hymn without guilt in my eyes / But I believe he truly wouldn't care 'cause if you / Really tried he'd save a place for you there..." ---(Sarah Slean, "John XXIII")--- - ----- Original Message ----- From: To: ; ; Sent: Wednesday, March 17, 1999 4:02 AM Subject: Re: ET: crush >You're so deep, Sam =P =) > >Speaking of searching...I've been searching frantically on the net for >anything on Shelby Starner..does anyone know anything about her? That >(personally) is what I (as a person) am searching for. =) > >Love, >Jamie > ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 17 Mar 99 12:45:05 PST From: "shivergirl" Subject: ET: for nicole and courtney :P sorry for the tardiness, angels! nicole, how do i get a copy of your newsletter and how can i contribute? btw, love your angel handle. :P and courtney: your little untitled poem with the man in the darkroom looking for black cats and someone not being welcome in your blood anymore was really good and brilliant. thanX and sorry for being so late with the comments! :P i know a girl who calls herself the lollipop brat... :P kram, kares and karma, ~tara and summer! the charlie brown quote!!!! :P you remind me of tori! ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #73 *********************************