From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #343 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 Wednesday, December 1 1999 Volume 02 : Number 343 * 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: Misfortunate Christmas Eve(poem) [Seth Fulmer ] ET: Untitled (poem) as of yet [Seth Fulmer ] ET: Poem ["Karen Miller" ] ET: good fer a giggle or two [Mike Connell ] ET: Dodging Bullets [Annie ] ET: ~loving your abuser~ [shivergirl ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 30 Nov 1999 12:27:33 -0500 (EST) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: Misfortunate Christmas Eve(poem) Hey all :) This is a poem I wrote just now thinking about Christmas. Last night Amanda was online and she IMed me(shocked!)...I really didn't know what to say cuz I just want to tell her I like her and that may cut things short fast. But anyhow, this has little to do with Amanda...Enjoy the poem :) And again, if you don't want to receive these anymore, please let me know and I'll take you off of my list of those receiving my poetry. Take care and Have an Excellent Day! :o) -Seth ============================= Misfortunate Christmas Eve by Seth D. Fulmer 11/30/99 In the night an angel stirs She runs on over and hears something purr The cat next door had knocked over a lamp The baby woke up and thought her mom left Christmas eve and a bottle of rum Three moldy cigars, and a pack of chewed gum No family alive, no family dead Everyone hates me, even Mr. Ed I sleep alone in my chair nice and tight The tree is decorated with tinsel and lights No gifts to wrap, to open, or to see, No angel or star at the top of my tree A knock, knock, knocking, awakens my dream I go to the front door and what do I see? a man with a gun and no badge within sight through the mask on his face tells me to keep quiet Lord what have I done to deserve all of this All those more fortunate and I'm the one he hits I have no life or savings no family and no friends no wife, girlfriend, or children, Just please God let me live! ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 30 Nov 1999 15:59:52 -0500 (EST) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: Untitled (poem) as of yet *sigh* Amanda was online when I came back from doing some errands and she went offline right when I came back...I wrote this before Thanksgiving but never sent it out. I think it's intensified hehe :) It's untitled right now but I'm thinking of calling it "Unlimited Adoration". Any suggestions, questions, comments, flames, etc. are welcome but are not necessary. Also, if you wish to be removed, please let me know and I'll remove you ASAP(I should put this as a signature or something so I don't have to keep typing it lol :)). Enjoy!! Take care and Have a Great Day! :o) -Seth ================================= Unlimited Adoration(??) by Seth D. Fulmer 11/23/99 I love you girl You spurr my mind I'd run across fields and then stop on a dime You rock my world the sun, stars, the moon When Nebulae are born They do it for you The hummingbirds sing a lovely melody for you The song makes whole fields of roses come to bloom I love you with all the passion of the gods all the angels in heaven and the demons in hell I'd do anything for you Both in this world and out Just state what it is and I'll do it right now If it you should ask me to leave you alone I will do that with grace and I apologize for my error ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 30 Nov 1999 16:37:26 -0800 From: "Karen Miller" Subject: ET: Poem please help me I have just been raped my heart ripped out and stomped on then a man who I loved raped me love raped me it forced it self on me then I welcomed it but then it hurt I was bleeding crying screaming out but know one heard me because they though that was what love was about they ignored me for a year until I managed to get free by myself my clothes torn ripped and then all of a sudden people started to care that I had been raped but it was too late I had grown used to the rape the pain and to the tears so much that I was willing to go back and suffer it again To be raped by love ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 30 Nov 1999 19:59:30 -0500 From: Mike Connell Subject: ET: good fer a giggle or two good for a giggle... Q. How do crazy people go through the forest? A. They take the psycho path. Q. How do you get holy water? A. Boil the hell out of it. Q. What did the fish say when he hit a concrete wall? A. "Damn." Q. What do Eskimos get from sitting on the ice too long? A. Polaroids. Q. What do prisoners use to call each other? A. Cell phones. Q. What do the letters D.N.A. stand for? A. National Dyslexics Association. Q. What do you call a boomerang that doesn't work? A. A stick. Q. What do you call cheese that isn't yours? A. Nacho Cheese. Q. What do you call Santa's helpers? A. Subordinate Clauses. Q. What do you call four bull fighters in quicksand? A. Quatro sinko. Q. What do you get from a pampered cow? A. Spoiled milk. Q. What do you get when you cross a snowman with a vampire? A. Frostbite. Q. What has four legs, is big, green, fuzzy, and if it fell out of a tree would kill you? A. A pool table. Q. What lies at the bottom of the ocean and twitches? A. A nervous wreck. Q. What's the difference between roast beef and pea soup? A. Anyone can roast beef. Q. Where do you find a dog with no legs? A. Right where you left him. Q. Why are there so many Smiths in the phone book? A. They all have phones. Q. Why do bagpipers walk when they play? A. They're trying to get away from the noise. Q. Why do gorillas have big nostrils? A. Because they have big fingers. Q. What do you get when you cross a pit bull with a collie? A. A dog that runs for help ... after it bites your leg off. Q. What does it mean when the flag is at half mast at the post office? A. They're hiring. Q. What kind of coffee was served on the Titanic? A. Sanka. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 30 Nov 1999 20:27:01 -0500 From: Annie Subject: ET: Dodging Bullets Dodging Bullets falling up a spiral jagged dream you were dancing on the seam singing the twenty-third psalm when I heard the shotgun bomb a broken savior's mission come undone and you thought it was all for fun laughing you grabbed my cold clenched hand and the soil will never forget how fast our feet ran so maybe I worry some and maybe I sing my heart numb but you could never see the danger in the falling of the moon's crater we always outran the raindrops we always pulled out all the stops what if we couldn't dodge the bullet I know your rusted tongue could fool it what if you just let me sink on account that you were just a little too slow to think I felt the cold grey stranger he pulled me toward the danger my turn to save your lilting, winding words you thought to fly away with the birds I had to pluck you like so many leaves while the cloud upon the sunset heaves burn it, burn it, future's nigh glory, glory, you won't see me cry we always outran the raindrops we always pulled out all the stops what if we couldn't dodge the bullet I know your rusted tongue could fool it and if I had to rely on anyone but me take one guess as to who it would be ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "'The time has come,' the walrus said, 'To speak of many things- Of shoes, of ships, of sealing wax, Of cabbages and kings; Of why the sea is boiling hot and Whether pigs have wings.'" - -Lewis Carroll ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 30 Nov 1999 23:49:22 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~loving your abuser~ * * * caucasian ling you act so mean every time i am the recipient of one of your public floggings there exists nothing but vitriol is that all you know how to do shoot your allies break all ties bite the hand that feeds you bombs to chew every time you growl tiger-fierce my heart begins to howl maybe not like allen ginsberg, exactly but you certainly can't deny the tears falling on my purple pewter keys so please get a heart transplant and please stop hurting yourself cry more than just once a season you'll get more ratings from me at least even if i still get off remembering the sight of you sticking your sexy acid tongue in ally * * * does it hurt? now that we're broken up? no. i am with my princess pea in a pod now. i have never been happier. and you? do you not feel relief? yes and no. i realize your hand may have not been the right one to hold; it was too soft to really grasp; but i must confess right here, right now: i miss the haagen-das constant state of fuss looking at the swans evaluating waitresses like the little chicken helping you to figure out what she was being around the corner from all the food we bought together and never ate it's all on someone else's plate now and sometimes i actually remember us what we once were to each other with an amazing lack of forced hate and i'm left with only blame (hey we can't have everything now can we at least it's something real when i grieve) ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #343 **********************************