From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #28 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 Sunday, January 23 2000 Volume 03 : Number 028 * 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 V3 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: from me...a poem of sorts ["Joyful Girl Zero" ] ET: To Cindarella with a prayer(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: ~supposed to be listening to a circulation lecture~ [shivergirl Subject: ET: from me...a poem of sorts blood dripping down smudged stickily smeared on fingers rolling across making tracks on swollen pathways etched into a soft wrist virtually untouched by sunlight slit to release enough to stain the skin too shallow to pour ripped to surge a sting release the flow fade the scratches heal the ache of spirit reveal anxiety sleep without fearing lacking hystaria of not knowing what lies inside dripping soul running to stay still tearing to mimic tears cuts to kiss a mind left open for the holding for the breaking - --- - -Ze Phoenix Princesa - -Da Leetle Freench Grrrl - -Goddess Reese - -Joyful Girl Zero Well, this day was a total waste of makeup. get your free gURLmAIL at http://www.gURLmAIL.com ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 22 Jan 2000 01:21:37 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~middle stuff&a cue from kara~ + ~eyes in a jar~ there's this wonderful thing called perspective. (i never heard of it before) it was peripheral to my existence til all these big foots started smushing my little sandcastles and stepping on my shifting dreams it seems now i never truly believed i could hardly even see the entire stretch of beach left in front of me where shovels stand proud in the sand only waiting for their cue from me to begin re-building + ~conversations after the fact~ you mean you didn't know about my caring inquiries then? i tried to make him step outside of his head but in the end it just severed the contact a lot and i missed seeing your goodness because i liked wearing your friendship so much it was hard to take it off + ~voted ugliest man on campus~ bobby ate the pieces of your heart on heroin but you could still feel the void within couldn't you substance-spin oh heroine little blue girl howlin' clutching at the microphone it's always there underneath the bushy unbrushed hair female lovers kris kristofferson covers southern comfort in a city called loneliness since birth washed-up in a motel where no one even bothered to show up for the trio love-in just shoot the world fix the pain fix everything fix the obvious make it numb fixes fix nothing + ~what comes of watching too much national geographic~ the villagers trapped your pups inside you were out hunting at the time but still you heard their charcoal cries from far away as they leapt through flame they passed to ash in order to get out you came galloping back but you were too late; your babies were taken by evil man, so you sniffed the hot bloody trail ran all the way back into town that night you spied a mortal crown sleeping children nestled; you decided then and there they would be your casualties in this war, and you crept to their bedside every other evening-tide; it wasn't fair but neither was an empty lair; and you dragged them to their death for seven months, these little human pups; whoever said wolves lacked love, intelligence, just personifying cunning; you certainly showed them how it's done + ~chance encounters turn awkward later~ (or how to recover from valentine's day) how was your christmas? he asked how was her christmas? oh that's rich coming from mr. starving artist himself who wanted to travel his orbit in just one creative minute how bout we just nick-name you kris? ending up unfurled at the curb of his sketchbook, aquarius-oblivious to her ruined birthday wishes (sister's death-day but what the hey) yeah that yucky association and a perfectly good sexy shaved head wasted god! when will it stop snowing cinnamon hearts? + ~the boy who tried to hard to acclimatize himself to unfamiliar territory~ she sings in chinese symbols and you're not exactly familiar with hieroglyphics you thought you were slowly gettin' the hang of it (making blockhead progress) but then she had to go and sneak in a coded phallic reference and you completely missed it lost it it just somehow slipped by your posted notice and careful edit (being a dickhead will precipitate this) + ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 22 Jan 2000 01:20:55 -0500 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: To Cindarella with a prayer(poem) Hi! Tonight I decided to go to the mall to shop and spend money(I'm worse than any girl I swear!!) to feel better from the night before(which was a nightmare!!!). Well I wsa gonna go buy "The Lion King" and found out it's out of print! *shock* WHA!? Anyhow...So I go and get "Ever After" and "Big Daddy". Then I also went and got Jessica Simpson's CD "Sweet Kisses" and Tori Amos' "Talula" as well as a book on Love Numerology and a novel(as if you cared). Anyhow...I watched Ever After tonight and it's been a WHILE since I've seen it. I got SOOO mad at how the Evil Stepmother treated Danielle(the name for Cindarella in the movie for those who haven't seen it) and just imagined myself sending all my power and soul to help destroy the foul nature of the evil stepmother. And I just turned around and wrote this poem about it. I hope you all like it :) If you don't wish to receive my poetry anymore, let me know and you won't receive them anymore. Any comments, flames, questions, etc. are welcome but not required :) Take cares and Have a Great Day!! -Seth ========================= To Cindarella with a prayer by Seth D. Fulmer 1/22/00 With heaven's white candlelight I dance with the wolves I grant you my power angel to destroy all your barriers You're a princess my angel not a whore like your mother Now get up and fight on I grant you my power I send you a flash of lightning and fire Used for purification Now send her to fry in hell She never deserved your father to wed Her daughters were peasants She was a sped The bitch made you cry out from the pain of emotion Lack of respect made you angrier than Satan So I send you my power Fry the dumb bitch Send her to rest in Hell for her sins ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 22 Jan 2000 20:10:31 EST From: Zaria2@aol.com Subject: ET: Strange Fruit Hey guys- I'm in a big bind for an English paper. I need the lyrics to "Strange Fruit" by Abel Meeropol (sung by Billie Holiday and others). If you have the lyrics or know where U can find them... please email me asap. Thanks. - -Jen ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 22 Jan 2000 21:20:04 EST From: JonBoy911@aol.com Subject: Re: ET: Strange Fruit In a message dated 1/22/00 7:13:27 PM Central Standard Time, Zaria2@aol.com writes: << I'm in a big bind for an English paper. I need the lyrics to "Strange Fruit" by Abel Meeropol (sung by Billie Holiday and others). If you have the lyrics or know where U can find them... please email me asap. Thanks. >> This is actually written by Lewis Allan, and was recorded by Billie Holiday. Southern trees bare a strange fruit. It was banned officially by the BBC and unofficially in the US. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root. Black bodies swingin' in the southern breeze. Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees. Pastoral scene of the gallant south. The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth. Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh; Then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh. Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck; For the rain to gather; for the wind to suck. For the sun to rot; for the trees to drop. Here is a strange and bitter crop. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 22 Jan 2000 22:46:21 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: speaking of requests.. do any of you angies know the poh-emm robin williams recites/reads in ~patch adams~? ~tara, willing to do a favour in return..as long as it involves the literary.. ;) ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 22 Jan 2000 23:09:45 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~supposed to be listening to a circulation lecture~ danka, nai. :) how fitting that's it's one of kilcher's faves, too. :) AND YES, KARA, IT WAS *YOU* I WAS REFERRING TO!!!! ;) james, you *corny* sweetie, you, i promise to return the favour..soon..hope you like your own meds... ;) love&gratitude (the ani kind) ~tara* p.s. jag alskar dig m. + i get like a stubborn fruit roll-up after my romantic forays into love catapult into the failure zone again she's alone bundled-up on the bewildered borderline between forgiveness and time i stick to imagined transgressions and authentic altercations in the emotional realm dwelling on the threshold of reflection lost affection the anger lessons and i am balancing the dulled jettisoned sense of regret with humanity's unspoken confessions nestled deep asleep between remembrance and forget + ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #28 *********************************