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eda-thoughts-digest      Monday, January 10 2000      Volume 03 : Number 009




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                               Today's Subjects:
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  ET: ATTN: james*&other nameless angels :)  [shivergirl <tstevens@ican.net>]
  ET: Fwd: See how different Joes Ending of the story is..  [JewelAng@aol.co]
  ET: ~becoming a regular~                   [shivergirl <tstevens@ican.net>]

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Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2000 20:30:09 -0500
From: shivergirl <tstevens@ican.net>
Subject: ET: ATTN: james*&other nameless angels :)

i just have one non-poetic thing to say:  JAMES,
you ROCK. :)
thanks for the constructive whatchimicallit! ;)
(i think i may even write a session about his
touching devotion :)
(time well-spent perusing his comments; if you
haven't already
done so; do :)
(and then thank him with a poh-em! ;)
<oh yeah, komments and kriticism always
appreshiated..>
)tara(


+
i like/writing down/lyrics/from
memory/incorrectly/
it gives me/a smug sense/of satisfaction/to see/
my own/warped consciousness/twisted
meaningfulness/
is never/wrong/within

+
i could never cut you
slice your heart open
on life's operating table
put you into a bitter coma
of a mentality devoid of
roses

i would crawl toward
that non-destination
at a snail's pace
never finishing the race
shock-still from the
start my heart shot
by ice-cold numbness
yellow and desperate
i would only wait
for your aqua
presence to
reveal itself
in time
beside defiance

+

~my wall~

t as a non-chubbie tubbie
red-haired her eyes appear green
turtle neck and overalls from the 70s
next to the child cast in shadow

holding the storybook of the entire
world on her little lap
bougereau dreamed in indigo
blue-purple eyes with the most
delicate fair neck and a sheath
of pure ivory-white it looks like
her tales are all celtic-spun
upside down and sad
the all-knowing too-wise
eyes of a reincarnated child
holding the earth's tragedies
and glories intertwined
concealed beneath her 500-
year-old maya fingers

there exists more red crisp
curls in the form of a
long-forgotten 80s perm
gone cinnamon appeal
bending forward to reveal
small breasts a blast of
breath a banshee's wail
a witch's smirk and all
her quirks of interpreting
the mermaid muse asleep
at the bottom of the dark
forest green sea where

the belle of selfishness
sees gentlemen of the south
hiding behind faux magnolia
trees dressing for debutante
weddings with green sashes
manilla hats that screen
12 oaks addresses love ropes
around her tiny 17-inch waist
where the ink has dried since
i received her in the post

that summer audrey was bought
caught in black and white
delight a poster sale making
elegant up-dos and thick
eyebrows fashionable after
all long cigarette holders
cradling such frail shoulders

such pretty warm loveliness
in gustav klimt's the kiss
shower of gold squares
raining posies of protection
anklets non-constraining
just a man's dark head
face concealed embracing
his ladylove's cheek
and she smiles in bliss
her white feet bare
kneeling in her awe

amid the gloomy skies
above to the right
a tower of history
of suffering and plight
a mutual castle of love
windowed with light
rooms shout of defeat
the creek that mirrors
the heavens the sky
is grey waiting for

a day like this
never comes when
the streets are slick
with glorious regret
the dreariness weeps
becomes the mental
seascape where the
characters jump out
of the frame and trade
places with the sleeping
voices in her head

the tree branches are
all the fates god has
made for her 100
alternative selves
spinning someplace else
contained perhaps in the
mother and child image
motif gustav admired
the female breast infatuated
with the little boy slumbering
at his mama's side curled up
with circles of flowers and
buttons reigning over their
fine-featured heads the ties
and magnets that bind
the bond of love

where the faerie circle
grows the magic glows
red dynamic fireflies
underneath the evening
tide they form a ring
of sparkles a mile wide
the diameter is enthralling
to behold the maiden lifts
her dress to feel the
sighing wind blessed presence
of little people powerfulness
potent she hums a song
she stole from them

while the trees lean in
straining to overhear
the midsummer's eve
conversation the green-
bodied spirit of the night
touches her wand to air
and flies above the
shimmering white her
iridescent wings a
spiritual shield a cape
beside her human form
she is high inside
the dreamcatcher
of my mind
watching ever
over the angels
resting on the
headboard of
my bed

+

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Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2000 20:45:14 EST
From: JewelAng@aol.com
Subject: ET: Fwd: See how different Joes Ending of the story is..

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The REAL sequal...


Bitter wind whipped outside the door. The icicles hanging on the roof felt a=
s=20
if they were inside your body, chilling you to the core. Every part of Rena=
=E2=80=99s=20
body was numb and frozen, all except her heart. Arden sat across the small=20
cabin reading his book and looking up at her every so often. Rena was so=20
happy that they finally reached Alaska. They had spent the good part of two=20
months in a car driving to Alaska. Even the frigid later November air did=20
almost nothing to dampen their spirits.


They sat in silence for several long moments saying nothing; just looking at=
=20
each other. Arden=E2=80=99s voice first broke the silence.=20


=E2=80=9CRena, get on your coat.=E2=80=9D With that, both Arden and Rena jum=
ped up to get=20
their coats and gloves. They stepped outside into the frigid snow-covered=20
lawn of the tiny cabin.


=E2=80=9CWhat are you about, Arden?=E2=80=9D


=E2=80=9CJust come on,=E2=80=9D he said with an impish smile playing his lip=
s.


=E2=80=9CWhere are we going, Arden?=E2=80=9D


=E2=80=9CYou=E2=80=99ll see,=E2=80=9D Arden answered. They started heading b=
ack into the woods.


=E2=80=9CDo you even know where we are going?=E2=80=9D


=E2=80=9CYes, Rena.=E2=80=9D Arden grabbed her hand, making her move faster=20=
in the cold=20
November air. Finally, when it seemed as if they had been walking for hours,=
=20
but was only a few minutes, they came upon a large opening. The large openin=
g=20
consisted of a frozen pond and snow-covered spruce trees. The sun across the=
=20
sky was a brilliant purple with a subtle hint of pink.


=E2=80=9CArden, it=E2=80=99s beautiful.=E2=80=9D she murmured.


=E2=80=9CI know, isn=E2=80=99t it?=E2=80=9D


=E2=80=9CHow did you ever find this place?=E2=80=9D


=E2=80=9CChance.=E2=80=9D he said with a sly smile on his face.


=E2=80=9CWhat are you up to, Arden Michael? Don=E2=80=99t make me use your l=
ast name.=E2=80=9D She=20
couldn=E2=80=99t help the smile from creeping on her face. When Rena peered=20=
over at=20
Arden she saw the big smile she loved. She started laughing deep within her=20
belly. A second later Arden joined in with her laughing. Before she knew it,=
=20
Arden has his arms around her waist.


=E2=80=9CIsn=E2=80=99t Alaska beautiful, Rena?=E2=80=9D


=E2=80=9CYes it is. I want to thank you for letting me come with you.=E2=80=
=9D


=E2=80=9CThere=E2=80=99s no need to thank me, Rena,=E2=80=9D Arden said betw=
een kisses he was laying=20
on her neck. His lips moved up to kiss her gently on the lips.


=E2=80=9CI think we should go back.=E2=80=9D


Once inside the cabin, warm air hit their bodies. Rena walked over to where=20
Arden was talking his coat off. They hung their coats on the rack and headed=
=20
into the kitchen where Arden began making supper.


After finishing their meal and taking care of the dirty dishes, Arden went=20
into the other room to sit in the over stuffed green chair. He called Rena=20
over to him. He patted his knee for her to sit on his lap. He turned her=20
around in his lap so that that he could look into her face.


=E2=80=9CThat was a great supper you made us.=E2=80=9D Rena said.=20


=E2=80=9CThanks. Oh, I have something for you,=E2=80=9D Arden said with an i=
mpish grin on=20
his face.


=E2=80=9CWhat do you have, Arden?=E2=80=9D she said, with a just-as-devilish=
 smile.=20
From his pocket Arden pulled a small purple satin pouch. =E2=80=9CWill you m=
arry me,=20
Rena?=E2=80=9D


Rena=E2=80=99s lips trembled with surprise as she tried to get the answer of=
f her=20
lips. =E2=80=9CI can=E2=80=99t Arden.=E2=80=9D she said with tears in her ey=
es.


=E2=80=9CWhy?=E2=80=9D


=E2=80=9COh Arden, you just couldn=E2=80=99t understand.=E2=80=9D


With a bitter smile on his lips he said, =E2=80=9CTry me.=E2=80=9D


=E2=80=9COh Arden, it=E2=80=99s just so sudden. I want to be with you, but I=
 just don=E2=80=99t know=20
what I want. I do love you. Just because I said no doesn=E2=80=99t mean I do=
n=E2=80=99t want=20
to be with, alright?=E2=80=9D Rena sat looking at Arden=E2=80=99s face with=20=
a tear rolling=20
down her face.


=E2=80=9CHey, hey, Rena it=E2=80=99s okay.=E2=80=9D


Arden pulled her tighter to his chest.


=E2=80=9CHey hon, lets go to bed, alright?=E2=80=9D Rena gave a small nod.

****************************
Just a LITTLE different, lol.

Where you making fun of my story with your story. *gives you a mean look*

Rebeecca


**********************************************
Joes sequal....

In a message dated 1/9/00 7:44:44 PM Eastern Standard Time,=20
RedWoodenBeads@aol.com writes:

<< Joe's ending starts here:
=20
    The next morning, Arden awoke to the the bright, glimmering sun shining=20
 through the tent window. He could hear the soft chirping of morning doves.=20
 Turning his eyes to his side, there lay Rena all snuggled uo next to him. H=
e=20
 couldn't help but smile. A feeling of pure bliss rushed over him. Wrapping=20
 one arm around his sleeping lover, he lay back in the blankets for a while,=
=20
 he didn't want to get up for a long time.
    Just as Arden closed his eyes, he heard the sound of a car coming closer=
=20
 to their camp site. Finally, he heard the car stop, then the door slam open=
=20
 and closed. The stomping of someone's shoes through the leaves toward their=
=20
 tent grew louder and louder. "Who's there?!" Arden called out.
    Suddenly the face of a man about his age appeared at the door of the=20
tent!=20
 "Rena! What the hell are you doing?!" Arden hadn't seen anyone so mad in=20
some=20
 time.
    "What do you mean bursting into my tent like this?!", demanded Arden,=20
 standing up and wrapping a blanket around his naked body.
    "George!", Rena suddenly woke up "What are you doing here?!"
    "Your sister told me about your little outing for the weekend!", growled=
=20
 George.
    "You're kidding?!", screamed Rena, "How could she?!"
    Suddenly it all made sense to Arden. "Rena!", he bursted, "You're=20
married!"
    "She damn well is!", snapped George. At that moment, George grabbed Rena=
=20
 out of the blankets, and carried her off over his sholdier, naked and=20
kicking=20
 and screaming, to his car. He threw her in the front seat and locked the=20
 door. Then he turned to Arden.
     "You'd better watch who's wife you take camping next time, you filthy=20
 bastard!" At that moment he pulled a pipe bomb from his trunk, and blasted=20
 the entire campsite into flames, driving off before it all exploded=20
violently.
=20
    Arden woke up in the hospital.=20
     "Oh well, son", said the doctor, you've finally come to. Boy you had a=20
 nasty accident. You're lucky to be alive, much less as good a shape you're=20
 in. Nurse, let his mother in now".
    Arden just moaned. He'd never felt so tired in his life.
    "Arden!", in rushed his mother, smiling. She wrapped her arms around him=
=20
 and kissed him affectionately. "Oh, dear, I'm so glad you're ok! The doctor=
=20
 says you only have minor burns, honey, and you can leave tomorrow!"
    "That's great, mom", Arden murmered, rolling over in his bed".
    "Well is that all you have to say to me, honey?", asked his mom.=20
    "No", he returned.
    "Well then talk to your mother, I've been worried sick!"
    "Mom", he said, "I think I've just realized that I'm gay".
=20
 the end, haha! >>




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Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2000 21:30:33 -0500
From: shivergirl <tstevens@ican.net>
Subject: ET: ~becoming a regular~

+
at times i wish it would
stop delurking
because the murkiness
of his mind is truly
a fascinating thing
to study
(invisibly)

+
the mega-public
falling-out
monstrous
narcissism cult
of poets
who cut
love into
little blurbs
of slash
sentimentality
obvious
asynchronicity
lovely warring
of the contrary

+

"if you did not write every day,
the poisons would accumulate
and you would begin to die,
or act crazy or both--
you must stay drunk
on writing so that
reality cannot destroy you"
~ray bradbury

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