From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #43 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, February 5 2000 Volume 03 : Number 043 * 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: MrBB-Jewel takes the lead! [ABershaw@aol.com] ET: uno ["The Phoenix Princessa" ] ET: bring me some water [Naomi Vaughn ] ET: ~an inventory of being~ (installment one) [shivergirl ] ET: a rose is a rose is a rose [genben@usa.net] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 4 Feb 2000 06:16:04 EST From: ABershaw@aol.com Subject: ET: MrBB-Jewel takes the lead! Hi all, Thanks to you no doubt, Jewel took the lead last night in "CelebritySmooch"! Benefit Clearwater Project by sending Jewel a "Smooch" for Valentine's Day. It's FREE. It's easy! Go to: http://www.americangreetings.com/promo/cs/index.pd Go EDAs Go! :-) Alan ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2000 00:34:04 -0800 From: "The Phoenix Princessa" Subject: ET: uno one of those nights when i could very well be in the middle of nowhere i might as well be alone somewhere far away since i'm alone here, and the difference is none. it was one of those days when the road was asphalt water and that open empty strip left me standing on the side of the road when you're exposed and standing on the side of the road in a desert of blank land and space everything around is so used to being dry and full of sky but you're so used to cities and cars that the stars seem out of place yes and the cold creeps in slowly when the hot winds die away night wrapped you in a dark shadow sprinkled with lights of some other kind and then dropped you down onto that hard sifting sand in the absence of heat for the first time left you cold shivering under a sky with too much space left behind so now left with my wonderings thinking where wandering led to i could think about why i did something else when what i wanted was another thing i could say it happened because of the feeling real it would bring but i should take the blame on my own, yes when you're left out there all alone, you just take it all as your own. the simplest sounds make echoes in the vast past a wavering horizon and liquid scratches turn to scars just when i thought that time had gone. no use then turning to apologies when the one to forgive is only me and i've tried turning back time but there's no use in trying so i can just stumble around in my mind, struggle on this roadside where there's nothing now to hold me down, nothing to kiss to or lie for or try for let it seep in and seep out again live on along the timeline and waver at its edges. but when i ache for something else saying to an empty stretch of land i like where i am going and i'm happy where i am i'm so content, i should feel so fufilled but that undertone of wanting well maybe i'm just greedy but i can't explain the fear that's haunting break free in that desert of mine daunting finally just brushed away i thought it'd take a fistfight but it was as easy as blowing away how about that for irony. one minute praying you'll bleed leak out when the idea occours but it won't subside and finally it isn't the answer anymore hyptonized by flames and games with little knives it's playing with fire in a wasteland of dry brush there's no other way to go, it's the only thing i can do you know just play with fire and light a match strike the flame hope it will catch and eat away everything that's been clouding my days. the undertone joins the overtone where i'm headed, hitchhiking a ride on the side of a road that has been empty for miles and miles. who was left feeling unrequited when that bass boy left his beat? or when the bitch ripped down the sheets and cried, murder, for something she just didnt see... running in circles and finally turning the wheel i didn't want to die, only to feel so i might as well be alone now, on some stranded desert road i know i'm not alone now, though it's cold but that strip of pavement's overgrown now interspersed with flowers and old rusty razors so much care, so much to live for there is no hazy line, the difference is not there - --- Well, this day was a total waste of makeup. get your free gURLmAIL at http://www.gURLmAIL.com ------------------------------ Date: 4 Feb 00 17:48:10 CST From: Naomi Vaughn Subject: ET: bring me some water (((hehe, joe ;))) you know, on second thought, hints of forest do peek out around your cinnamon depths. - -- ((yawn, i know)) i love the way the air shivers around you i love the way the stars fall to be close to you - -- blazing blue&brown, w/ green quietly beside who can talk the biggest who can laugh the loudest who can stop my breath who can start it back - and most importantly - who's mouth will i stumble into first when i'm drawn from this chair towards my double desire - -- ((i... don't... know... )) "i won't tell them your name" pt. 1 faceless lovers come and gone and always the question in my mind - would you still love me if you knew my name? pt. 2 this shiny creature, he sees more than ever revealed hears more than ever spoken and I wonder - would he still love me if i changed my name? - -- 5 degrees of... i love the way he loves me- i love the way he's all wrong- i love the way i didn't even know his name- i love the way he makes me feel... sometimes- i love the way i love him "If I knew better... I wouldn't change a thing" ~Train, "Swaying" ____________________________________________________________________ Get your own FREE, personal Netscape WebMail account today at http://webmail.netscape.com. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2000 20:39:06 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~an inventory of being~ (installment one) hey guys. i wrote this two years ago, but i don't think i ever shared it with the list..something inspired from a poh-em i read in english class way back when, with similar stream-of-consciousness rambling.. :) anyways, here it is. i'll break it up, so it's not a mammoth mother. ;) take kares, and sorry for the repetition, marty. :) +Tara: an inventory of being+ my real name is not Tara. i am twenty years old--earth-wise. i am a full-time student, but never anything more than a live-in homebody; i have a scholarly soul, yet remain uneducated in life. i am a girl-child, afraid to be grown. i stand medium compared to most, cept when i don platforms and walk on stilts along the dance floor. i have blue windows with little streaks of sunlight; slim yellow rainbows twinkling the colour of corn. but sometimes it rains grey sleet and my eyelids are poor umbrellas. i wear clumpy black mascara to let other people know that i have eyes in my head; but inside, my mind is not invisible to me. sometimes i let my hair dry into a christmas tree; that's the real exterior me; but most times i tame it, straightening it, constantly finger-combing it. i wish i could've lived in any other romantic time but my own, wearing short hair and victorian dresses, but no corsets. i am a student, worker, woman-child creature, but mostly a freaky faerie; almost a grown-up, but always a human being. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2000 17:49:13 -0800 From: "The Phoenix Princessa" Subject: ET: wanted child you feel like growing up as if you could choose you're ready for it now if you don't leave you will lose you're feeling so grown up you drive your own car but when they call you dear you haven't travelled far you are their angel girl you say you like to learn you always kiss goodbye before you make a turn you've followed all their rules you haven't asked for much you say you're going now, they ask you what's the rush are you still glad you were a wanted child every new day that comes you get a little wild with every step you take away from home you see them break and you're more alone searching for something to tape your own identity growing a little wild can make you an unwanted child they always make you mad you call your mom a bitch your father hits the roof you kinda let it slip you stop trying to explain what road you're coming from they say you try too hard you're not the only one you're sick of being numb and little things are overblown they say you lack in basic skills but it's only when you're home life is a little game you start off with your family you don't have to like them until they set you free are you still glad you were a wanted child each new step you take away you get more and more wild you were their angel girl love can last but you must fly how could they understand you care when you tell them goodbye tired of anger at yourself lame things make you a crying child the break will hurt but is much in need mommy's little child they reminded you day by day of how much you've grown remembering when you were five well who could have known every step you take you get more wild they said they need you the wanted child - --- Well, this day was a total waste of makeup. get your free gURLmAIL at http://www.gURLmAIL.com ------------------------------ Date: 4 Feb 00 21:34:20 EST From: genben@usa.net Subject: ET: a rose is a rose is a rose if i find four walls and i like the way they seal me then will you join me? i'll leave some space... ____________________________________________________________________ Get free email and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #43 *********************************