From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #81 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 Tuesday, March 7 2000 Volume 03 : Number 081 * 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 Happy little home(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] Re: ET: ~avant toi~ [Nikita Wilson ] ET: ~ in aurora sleeps a crystal ~ ["marty" ] ET: The Words flow, they flow like water. ["Sam Plant" ] ET: he he he heh :)) ["Dr. RomeAntic" ] ET: imitative ["Maggie, the 17th Squid" ] ET: Fw: God Answers Prayers [zerocool@sunlink.net (Niki)] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 07 Mar 2000 00:08:10 -0500 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: My Happy little home(poem) Hey everyone :) I started out writing this as a happy poem but quickly changed when I was thinking of an email Amanda sent me. She's very much like me in that we both try to take on the world, but unlike me she will tell me the blunt truth and that hurts. I will not tell someone the blunt truth unless they don't take in the "nice version" of the truth. But like if you want the long and the short of this, email me in private. If you don't want to receive my poetry anymore, let me know and I won't send you it anymore. Also, comments, questions, suggestions, and flames, are welcome but not required. Take cares and Have a Fantastic Day!! :o) -Seth ==================================== My Happy little home by Seth D. Fulmer 3-6-00 Hello all my friends and welcome to my home It may not be the tidiest but at least it has a stove A mouse that lives inside the wall a cat that's chased by the dog A rabbit that eats my carrots daily A next door neighbor in a thong My friend, she has breasts and her house is the best she and I and her boyfriend have fun there all the time She dances exoticly both for him and for me and we take our turns sticking 20s down her bakini Her name means loving in spanish or latin Her middle name is little goddess in Italian none the less Her last name is british no irish, maybe french It means Great Warrior in one of the ancient languages She and I marry a few years down the road Her boyfriend he cheated on a slut named Miss Amy God I do love her But she was so happy I do wish she could have been married to that drag He is now successful, another lawyer in DC making lots of money while I make criminals mad I am a police officer stopping crime by the law He is a lawyer making law fall apart She and I don't make much money The love's not that great either I just want my baby to be as happy as she can be I think I will divorce her but then how happy will I be in my happy little home when you come to visit me? ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 6 Mar 2000 22:06:12 -0800 (PST) From: Nikita Wilson Subject: Re: ET: ~avant toi~ Ok, I know a lot of know french but i dont and i feel stupid as hell what you guys do thats o can you please not do that or give a translation cause i hate feeling so stupid - --- shivergirl wrote: > + > je n'avais pas une personne qui a aime > les matins; avant toi > j'ai adore rien > > mais maintenant > tu as change tout > tu as fait pour moi > un nouvea monde > > un monde que je > ne pas imaginer > sans toi > et tes mots > > oui; tes mots > et sentiments > sont ma coeur > > quand je suis morte > tu es arrive > et tu as dis > que c'est un autre > matin dans cette vie > et ca ton nom est... > > marty-mattis. > > + > > (je vous aime, martin..bonne anniversaire une > journee apres :) > > > ===== "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: Tue, 7 Mar 2000 07:30:54 +0100 From: "marty" Subject: ET: ~ in aurora sleeps a crystal ~ * : * : * : * : * in subconsciousness; we're dreaming together nights & days the same dream - the same place moon's the same our softness pillow sleeps in little bed below our faces peace & calm rules here; in aurora sleeps a crystal. you're snug & you're dreaming this moment; for you i wish.. in subconsciousness; there's no time-differans, there is.. no distance, no obstacles, no money no skewl, no werk, no harms..no.. just you & me.. tara* * : * : * : * : * i love mornings; all those spent with thee. (c'est toujours je vous aimee. :) ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 06 Mar 2000 22:34:27 PST From: "Sam Plant" Subject: ET: The Words flow, they flow like water. Hola, Como estan? ANY ways, I must admit that I LOVED your poem Laura (broncoband) hehe, especially since i was there at the place mentioned. Peace does feel good, doesn't it? But to include the rest of y'all. *hehe Georgia accent showing through* I feel like ranting and raving, crying my eyes out, and kissing the daylights out of someone. Not everything flows like water eh? Well, damn my emotions are going full blast. I am just glad for my ballast *wink laura* hehe well, anyways. Here are some more words. Words: So innocently at first But my alarm sounds quietly Recognition in the eyes Unknowing glances trade curiosity But inteligent glances trade fear Nothing sparks the heart like an unatainable goal. Nothing strikes the mind like silence. Nothing heals wounds like undying love. Nothing calms the conscience like peace. More light shining on my barren heart. More time pulling on my soul. Empty pockets pull on mind's control. Less time shining on my life. Complicated world On a complicated mission Plans are allways made But not brought to fruition. Complicated world With a complicated task If you want to know an answer All you've got to do is ask. Poor ant. So much strength Yet he is led around by the force of Conformation Poor ant. To whom it may concern: The end is coming! The end is coming! But it is still a long way away. Mend hearts not prides I used to think you were special An item to love and adore Lofty above my perspective When realy you're lowly and dry. I am disgusted at times By the mirror's criticism It loathes and hates in turns. Reflecting my faults and pale outer skin. Trying to bring me down. Eyes, so vaugue Yet so much can be read from them So many sad eyes Or predatory gazes So much pain exists in Eyes, so vaugue. Somehow you don't understand Words are part of time Part of life eternal A twisting of fate into something readable. Somehow you don't understand Words are meant for whoever reads them. Words, like time, immortal. I turn up the music To drown out thought But am inundated By emotions writen to song By another twist of fate. Sam Indefatigable, yet not unconquerable. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 7 Mar 2000 12:55:58 EST From: RedWoodenBeads@aol.com Subject: ET: The Arrogants Hey, did you guys all order YOUR SIMPLE BEAUTY by The Arrogants? Just reminding you the EP is still available and for the very reasonable price of 7 bucks! Buy it now! http://www.chickpages.com/musicmania/aarogants http://www.arrogants.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 07 Mar 2000 12:28:08 MST From: "* windex *" Subject: ET: would be dreams Hey Angels =0) Hows are you kids doing? Is life treating you with respect and happiness...me niether. I dunno...I have fallen into this hole where I cant write and my thoughts just seem to turn into tears at late hours of the night. I dont claim to know what's wrong but I know I hate it. I know I hate feeling this way. I am happy spring is upon us. It is still deciding what to do but I am getting nice days of playing in the sun and smiling. Im such a nerd you guys =0) But hey, What else could anyone be. Im going to ramble out a poem now so I dont feel like a complete slacker. You guys are still writing beautifully and as always I am incredibally moved. All My LovIn The angel with quilted wings and a rusty halo Kerry * bear ~*~* this silence I feel deep within my heart I am haunted past memories and sad hours keep me contained to this hole hating feeling this way lurching at the idea of needing someone to smile wanting someone to hold this delicate body just one step away from nothing ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 08 Mar 2000 00:11:55 +0100 From: "Dr. RomeAntic" Subject: ET: he he he heh :)) Hey Naomi... as of a few hours ago... my CD collection, courtesy of my best friend, just got bigger for, count em - 1,2,3.......4 Vertical Horizon CDs + new Chantal's album. I'm still yet to listen to all of em... I'm halfway though Everything You Want... and it sounds great! :)) yeah! - -- Have fun and stay beautiful Dr. RomeAntic, an angel with the worst stroke of luck and a flash of revelation "Cause you wanted more More than I could give More than I could handle In a life that I can't live You wanted more More than I could bare More than I could offer For a love that isn't there" Tonic Catch Dr. RomeAntic's outdated cyber image @ http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Metro/2009 ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 07 Mar 2000 18:04:27 CST From: "Maggie, the 17th Squid" Subject: ET: imitative hey yo...I'm asking you to read this poem of mine and give me feedback and/or an interpretation...I wrote it as an imitative poem of EE Cummings for my CreatWrit class...kinda jumbled and insane, but each person gets her/his own message... Love, Maggie!, the Luna angel - -------------------------------- ~UNTITLED~ blue red gray. green plaidstripeprint somany(VARIETIES" there all speak-- to my souls has each an form a personality a... ... ... lives what do they say today? ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 7 Mar 2000 19:09:43 -0500 From: zerocool@sunlink.net (Niki) Subject: ET: Fw: God Answers Prayers >X-Sender: kjr@in.epix.net >Date: Tue, 07 Mar 2000 19:00:19 -0500 >To: bwalt@erols.com >From: ken >Subject: Fw: God Answers Prayers >Cc: coruno@epix.net >Mime-Version: 1.0 > >>From: "Ben & Ali" >>To: "not a chance that I will give this" , >> , >> "ken" >>Subject: Fw: God Answers Prayers >>Date: Tue, 7 Mar 2000 15:18:01 -0200 >>X-MSMail-Priority: Normal >>X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 5.00.2314.1300 >>X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 >> >> >>----- Original Message ----- >>From: kristy k henderson >>To: Ben & Ali ; ann ; >>; Josh C. ; Beth A Combest >>; todd alyn couch ; carrie >>fields ; Douglas Hall ; tom >>kuipers ; ; mom >>; melissa r mccann >>; CaSeY RaNdAll ; >>; ; sasha sabadosh >>; ; ; >>; Sean & Pam Watson ; >>Tonia Weik ; Claudia Wosch >>Sent: Friday, January 04, 1980 4:04 PM >>Subject: Fw: God Answers Prayers >> >> >>> >>> -----Original Message----- >>> From: Marianne Randall >>> To: cmudg@aol.com >>> Date: Wednesday, February 23, 2000 5:04 AM >>> Subject: God Answers Prayers >>> >>> >>> Subject: GOD ANSWERS PRAYERS >>> > > >>> > > Does God still talk to people? >>> > > >>> > > A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study. The Pastor had >>> >shared >>> > > about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice. The young man >>> >couldn't >>> > > >>> > > help but wonder, "Does God still speak to people?" >>> > > >>> > > After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and >>they >>> > > discussed the message. Several different ones talked about how God had >>> >led >>> > > them in different ways. It was about ten o'clock when the young man >>> >started >>> > > >>> > > driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, "God...If you >>> > > still >>> > > speak to people, speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to >>> >obey." >>> > > >>> > > As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest >>> >thought, >>> > > >>> > > to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out loud, >>> >"God >>> > > >>> > > is that you?" He didn't get a reply and started on toward home. But >>> >again, >>> > > the thought, buy a gallon of milk. The young man thought about Samuel >>> >and >>> > > how he didn't recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to >>> >Eli. >>> > > >>> > > "Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk." It didn't seem >>> >like >>> > > too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. >>> > > [1Samuel-Chapter 3] >>> > > >>> > > He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward >>> >home. >>> > > As >>> > > he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, "Turn down that >>> >street." >>> > > "This is crazy," he thought and drove on past the intersection. Again, >>> >he >>> > > felt that he should turn down Seventh Street. At the next >>intersection, >>> >he >>> > > turned back and headed down Seventh. Half jokingly, he said out >>> > > loud, "Okay, God, I will." >>> > > >>> > > He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. >>He >>> > > pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in a semi-commercial >>> >area >>> > > >>> > > of town. It wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods >>> > > either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark >>> >like >>> > > >>> > > the people were already in bed. >>> > > >>> > > Again, he sensed something, "Go and give the milk to the people in the >>> > > house >>> > > across the street. "The young man looked at the house. It was dark and >>> >it >>> > > looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. >>> >He >>> > > started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat. "Lord, >>this >>> >is >>> > > insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going >>> >to be >>> > > >>> > > mad and I will look stupid." >>> > > >>> > > Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk. Finally, he opened >>> >the >>> > > door, "Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give >>> >them >>> > > >>> > > the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to >>> >be >>> > > obedient. I guess that will count for something but if they don't >>> > > answer right away, I am out of here." >>> > > >>> > > He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some >>noise >>> > > inside. A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?" Then >>> >the >>> > > door opened before the young man could get away. The man was standing >>> >there >>> > > >>> > > in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He >>had >>> >a >>> > > strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some >>> >stranger >>> > > >>> > > standing on his doorstep. "What is it?" >>> > > >>> > > The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, "Here, I brought this to >>> >you." >>> > > >>> > > The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway speaking loudly in >>> >Spanish. >>> > > >>> > > Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the >>> >kitchen. >>> > > The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man >>> >had >>> > > tears streaming down his face. The man began speaking and >>> > > half-crying, "We were just praying. We had some big bills this month >>> >and we >>> > > >>> > > ran out of money. >>> > > >>> > > We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking >>God >>> >to >>> > > show me how to get some milk." His wife in the kitchen yelled out, "I >>> >ask >>> > > him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?" >>> > > >>> > > The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he >>> >had >>> > > on >>> > > him and put it in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward his >>> >car >>> > > and the tears were streaming down his face. He knew that God still >>> >answers >>> > > prayers. >>> > > >>> > > THIS IS A SIMPLE TEST... If you believe in the power of prayer, send >>> >this >>> > > to ten people and the person that sent it to you! >>> > > >>> ______________________________________________________ >>> Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com >>> >>> >>> >> >> > ****************************************************************************** Sign up for ClickDough and get paid to surf the web! > >https://secure.clickdough.com/servlets/cr/CRSignup.po?referral_id=legomoney ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #81 *********************************