From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #71 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 Monday, February 28 2000 Volume 03 : Number 071 * 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: my poem [The Queen of everything ] ET: something a little different [kara garbe ] ET: To my love ["Claudia" ] ET: D-Day ["Maggie, the 17th Squid" ] ET: help [courtney gordon ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2000 00:59:27 -0800 (PST) From: The Queen of everything Subject: ET: my poem this may make no sence but it does completely to me for when you speak next to her tell her she has truly broken anothers heart tell her not of her luck but of how much pain she will make for she has his heart and him in the palm of her hand the one she loved yet never met... he was to be the one to make her smile and to have her be truly happy but now her dreams have been crushed the things that made her live are forver gone just as romeo was from juliet tell her that the girl weeps and weeps unable to rise from her bed and tell her that tell her that she has killed a dreamer, a lover, and a poet... Like i said I know this makes no sence to you guys but I had to say it hanna you know who i am talking about Holly ===== "Alright everyone lets have an attitude check..." "We hate this fucking place!!!' "Lets have a positive attitude check..." "We positively hate this fucking place!!!" "Lets have a negative attitude check..." "We don't like this fucking place!!!" "Lets have a short attitude check... "Fuckit!!!" __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2000 10:06:04 -0500 (Eastern Standard Time) From: kara garbe Subject: ET: something a little different *taking a poetry class forces experimentation* Yosemite Awakening My eyelids open to a world ablaze, a sun asking why nothing rises to greet it nobody to shed flecks of warmth onto fire. A flame has learned this - it must feed itself. Stones line forest as though waiting for the recession of bark and branch; the diminishment of her weapons a retreat nature will never encourage. This morning, pale cliffs rose with the sun stretching and tired of waiting to be lifted but even rock starts to split after too much time in the long shade of everglades. How certainly these dark cliffs rise up, forging walls around this life you left but the river still flows beneath my feet twisting beyond the bridge to our old camp. Trees spread out in every direction enough green life to lose myself in unbearable to imagine that billions of years ago glaciers carved out this valley a space not great enough to diminish the hole you left in me. ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2000 20:05:35 +0100 From: "Claudia" Subject: ET: To my love Sometimes my fears build a cage in my mind and i feel like a child lost in a labyrinth of thoughts. I crouch in a corner of my soul lonely and helpless trying not to drown in my own tears. The dark is so thick that blinds me my conscience's echos are so loud that deafen me. But when i think all my hopes are shattered and my weak wings are broken, here you come. You gently step inside my desperation holding a little blue berry candle in your hand and you light up the darkest room of my soul. With a sweet smile on your face you tenderly hold my hand and tell me how much you love me and there's no darkness, no fear, no loneliness. Sometimes my heart is so cold that i can hardly breathe and i wish i could crumble my interior walls to set myself free but with your love and affection you paint a rainbow on those walls and make my prison become a fairy castle. I love you Stephen ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2000 19:16:38 CST From: "Maggie, the 17th Squid" Subject: ET: D-Day - ----Original Message Follows---- ********************************************************************** - ------------------- MTV sucks. You know it, I know it. Their show, Total Request Live, is simply a dumping ground for the kind of tooth-rotting pop crap that's pushing our society down the tubes. So, I propose a plan. On March 23, 2000, everyone should go to http://www.mtv.com/sendme.tin?page=/mtv/tubescan/trl99_new/ When there, vote for the song 'Through Being Cool' by DEVO. This song not only has old-school sensibilities, but should severely confuse the teeny-boppers and preps who watch the show and base their lives on coolness. Maybe then, after seeing this, they will get the message. Be sure to include comments such as 'The lead singer is so hot!' or 'DEVO rocks my world!' or make something up. Most importantly, forward this to everyone you know. Do your part on D-Day (D for DEVO), March 23, 2000. We are all devo. ********************************************************************** ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2000 20:49:42 -0500 (EST) From: courtney gordon Subject: ET: help Dear Angels, I have yet again single handedly managed to get myself neck deep in a pile of...manure. I'm asking you guys to pray for me. Don't bother asking why, just please do it. Nothing's really going wrong, I'm almost positive everything will be okay. But it'd be nice if a few of you prayed for me anyway. Thank you more than words can say, i love yall. Courtney the crazed 311 fan with an attitude problem, a new boyfriend, 400 problems, enough black nailpolish to make a tarpit, and a huge phone bill. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #71 *********************************