From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #62 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, February 20 2000 Volume 03 : Number 062 * 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: Individuality Defaced [Annie ] ET: stones [Jennifer ] ET: Wow, it's been a while.. [DPS8315@aol.com] Re: ET: Wow, it's been a while.. [shivergirl ] ET: feature website [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: building on a frag [genben@usa.net] ET: My superheroine(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: My Horns Keeps Up My Halo Webring [JewelAng@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2000 00:14:38 -0500 From: Annie Subject: ET: Individuality Defaced There are days like these I don't know what to do with myself I wonder why it is that I am unreliable (Please do not depend on me; You'll only be disappointed) He says it Over and over The black and blue kaleidoscope Does not stop its lilting He says it And I wince "You wicked girl. You idle dreamer. You cannot obtain What your brother has found." Perfection. I am inadequate. Above all else, This truth is painful The dart has hit its mark The place where I can bleed and I weep for every youngest daughter Every child that has had to contend with A need for some kind of decency to regain a place In the eyes of a mother, a father, a Family where pride is everything And individuality is defaced Do you hear how my hands cry? Tears to wash away their filth They know, I know, we all know They have fallen from grace ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 18 Feb 2000 21:47:02 -0800 (PST) From: Jennifer Subject: ET: stones one day he went outside to view the sun specks of light skip across his hands he ponders why life is so random with it's logic innocence so suddenly wripped away parents sitting at the breakfast table eyeing him with disappointment their expectation of greatness he can never live up to throwing stones at the mirrored image- sacraficing comfort for individuailty he leaves walking the restless streets, hands in pockets he stops infront of a store window his reflection warped in the dirty glass a face he doesn't recognize stares back at him he sees himself as an old man-wise and forgotten sitting in a dirty subway car, blackness on either side the city escaping behind him- he writes down his verse in a worn red book the future taking form in adjectives and sharp strokes of the pen emerging from the underground, he passes between the bodies music filling his ears, the bass drowning out the static windswept filth collects in the air around him cars go by in a blur of noise and color electricy hisses from the lines above finding a state of being that compliments his story he leaves the ending behind __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2000 02:17:33 EST From: DPS8315@aol.com Subject: ET: Wow, it's been a while.. Actually, it probably hasn't even been a week! :-) Did anyone miss me? I didnt think so but hey you know.. :) I've spent the last 2 hours maintaining dialogue with a few friends and revamping my self-proclaimed web site (it's actually starting to look like one tho!) Home Pages are so addictive..you want to get everything right, and then you want to add more content blah blah.. this really is for you tho! lol In all seriousness, I realize that I haven't been doing comments/critiques on the last... wow, close to 15 digests, maybe more. I've been busy, and havent really gotten motivated about doing it, and that's partly because I dont know if anyone beyond tara and kara really care :) So I set up a new system.. basically, if you want critiques or comments, you can I suppose drop me a plain ole email, or you can visit My Home Page -(I changed URLS) there's a quick little two step form you can fill out that will basically send a big beacon out to me :) I figure this way, if you want comments you can ask, and if you dont, then I wont be spending excessive amounts of time on it. teh heh heh, thanks for your help! James ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2000 02:35:07 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: Re: ET: Wow, it's been a while.. DPS8315@aol.com wrote: > Actually, it probably hasn't even been a week! :-) we missed you nonetheless. muchly. :) thank goddess you're back!!! :) +ara ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2000 08:46:20 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: feature website Hello, Right now I'm working on the new version of my website. I need a feature website. If you have a site that you think is good enouge, please send me email PRIVATELY, not to the list. Thanks! Rebecca ------------------------------ Date: 19 Feb 00 11:54:46 EST From: genben@usa.net Subject: ET: building on a frag beauty has come to invade me, working my emotions into a lather scrubbing itself clean, using me to wash away all that scuffed, scratched, dulled it moved on to truth, as the sun shines less brightly, the sky isn't quite as blue part of me feels used, spent where is my refreshment? how long does it take to rejuvenate? can you feel better? lost love is strung out on weekend dreams and sunday is less perfect ____________________________________________________________________ Get free email and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2000 20:56:06 -0500 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: My superheroine(poem) Well, bleh..I dunno what to say much. On another mailing list I'm on, I saw a bunch of stuff about superpowers and I was thinking about writing a poem comparing a girl to a superhero. I wrote this poem a few hours ago and then went out for a bit and now I'm sending it to you guys. A side note...If anyone knows of a place that I can hide out where nobody can find me, and I can just like die or just not be found for a while or something...let me know. Thanks :) Any questions, flames, comments, or suggestions can be directed to me if you have them :) Also if you don't want my poems anymore, let me know and I won't send them to you. Take cares and Have a Great Day! :o) -Seth ====================================== My superheroine by Seth D. Fulmer 2-19-00 If every single girl that I would ever meet had a cape on her back and a dynamic new ability That girl would be just like you my Supergirl of sorts with eyes that could melt men's hearts and a mouth as sweet as honey You heal the greatest hurts in my life the heartbreaks and the sorrows You'd fly me all around the world with just a kiss and a word of comfort An angel just like you, my dear without wings, or a cape to hinder You look into my heart and see the sorrow even when I don't want you to. I love you like you were my mother You fly me safe from harm You turn my enemies away in no hurry and make all my worries go to waste ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2000 23:12:46 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: My Horns Keeps Up My Halo Webring Hello, If you have a creatives site you should join this webring. It's actully a quote I say: "My horns keeps up my halo." If you have a site with something on it that is creative, and not the same old thing go to the website for more information on how to join. http://www.angelfire.com/yt/horns Rebecca ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #62 *********************************