From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #110 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, April 2 2000 Volume 03 : Number 110 * 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: (no subject) [JADED022@aol.com] ET: How do you do it?(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: ~the chick curve~ [shivergirl ] ET: ~for brenda~ [shivergirl ] ET: ~for marty~ [shivergirl ] ET: The party disappointment(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: How do you do it?(poem) Hey there. I'm leaving for a service project at a local garden doing work there and stuff. I just wanted to send off this poem I wrote this morning. Any comments, flames, and suggestions are welcome but not necessary. If you don't want my poems and aren't on any list, let me know and I won't send you any. Take cares and Have a Fantastic Day people :o) -Seth ============================================ How do you do it? by Seth D. Fulmer 4-1-00 How do you do it? How is it done? How do you get over the loss of a friend? Maybe some just shrug their shoulders and go on with their petty little lives and deny it I just can't do it I've lost too much Last month someone said she didn't want to be my friend This was over an argument about gays getting married It's still on my mind but in bittersweet hatred I now lost another, just because an emotion That stupid little illogical piece of shit I just want to go on like nothing ever happened get both friends back now without a second thought or feeling What happens then if I lose yet another like one who decides he'll be vain to me Yeah he's not a friend then but still it's the concept There are some that I'd like and some I should not But how do you do it? Is it easy? Is it fun? Do you get your jollies often from doing it? Do I simply need to nod and accept God's word and run head over heels into a bayonette fence Symbollic of course I mean...I'd never kill myself over a person I do not simply want to stand by and watch her eat herself up and get lost in the woods and leave myself behind to be butchered by the crowd ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 01 Apr 2000 12:10:59 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~the chick curve~ + she liked cheers/the most/kirstie alley's character/in particular/kylie minogue/chucky movies/and cheese/on melted toast/and oh/how i miss/her austrian accent/her self-absorbed post + i'm a shivergirl i live to twirl swallow my world watch me unfurl + ~not just a girl~ but a budding pear of breasts, always scrutinizing the rest of the estrogen pack, primping and clawing, believing we're better off now, on our backs, joyous and angry, simultaneously, like ani, preferring raisins and brains, over cornflakes and chains, like tori, any day + ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 01 Apr 2000 12:19:23 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~for brenda~ + i am thinking this as you lie dying. i am thinking, how is it that with a sunken yet swollen stomach, hair in all the wrong places, your brown eyes remain twinkly, taking the time to see me, when you have so little left, inquiring after my father, when you only met him once? + the screeching lady in the bed on the other side of the curtain has got me curious and peering over; you say she was brought up last night at four-thirty in the morning, to keep the palliative company, that your former room mate simply got sick and tired, and desirous, of dying. + blustery: that's how i would label the day. the day my dad drove me to your deathbed, dear old friend. and mother nature just knew better, than to even think of spring or summer; yeah, god made the weather especially non-descript and in-between, just to suit my mood, just to match my mental tether. + i kissed your hand because i was afraid if i hugged you i would disrupt the tubes and fragile hold you seemed to have over suffering. and i said all the wrong, too-prepared, trite, meaningless words--hating myself because i uttered the inane how are you, loving you because you were as i remembered: kind, knowledgeable, and caring; because even at your worst, you experienced your finest hour. and i was there to witness this, forever. + ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 01 Apr 2000 12:26:14 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~for marty~ + sleep away; i am content to sit in this relic rocker and simply ponder the perfection of your button nose; up close or far away--it doesn't matter--i can truthfully say i am sending most toasty thoughts your way. + before sandman, there was no one, before no one, there was just one, and before one, there was all the alphabets in every language and thoughts of love, just waiting for the world, for us + tell me dit moi how you do it how you heal the raw + i just can't hide these things from you, and i find i really don't want to; i just long to be standing in my room again, with the window open, sorting socks, helping them find partners, and suddenly being pulled out of my trance by a presence so familiar it's starling to wonder i noticed it at all. and the invisible threads that hold us together, between our goosefleshed skin, start to intermingle before we even begin, to lean into each other's bodies, the touch is on fire with anticipation. + ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 22:41:08 -0500 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: The party disappointment(poem) Hi everyone. I am like in a blah mood...I think it's because I worked for like 4 or 5 hours in the sun and then was drinking 2 wine coolers this afternoon and and then another one at the party tonight. With the sunburn a little later and those I feel like I should sleep but I can't. I got into an argument with this guy who I affectionately call (not to his face) "Idiotboy" about good and bad music, poetry, and books. When he called my poetry and the music/books I listen to/watch stupid and bad, I stayed a bit but got quiet and just left to come up here. There is no other "friend" unfortunately, but I sorta wish there was as I hate watching drunk people act stupid without the alcohol that I can get drunk. Anyhow, here's the poem. Bye bye!! *waves* :) -Seth =================================== The party disappointment by Seth D. Fulmer 4-1-00 Easy to erase Easy to deny I don't want to drink but then drinking calms the fire Lights on in my driveway Another car arrives Is this my friend? or another drunk fratboy? The boys with their beercans The girls with theirs too sitting around eating hamburgers and hot dogs I want to go out to a movie or hot club but all I would think of was if my friend ever showed up She was going to show up in her snazzy new sports car her blazer radiating lightbeams her jeans were from the gap Expensive sunglasses pushed over her forehead I really could imagine her knocking on my front door I want to go home now Say Hi to my parents They may not be able to help but at least they are nice to me Not like the world is estranged 3 times this week If my parents decide to abandon me That's a sign from my deity But then when I look over I get blinded by headlights She gets out of her car and rings the doorbell I rush over and answer it "Hello, the party's in there" She was so damn sexy I wanted to just take her The alcohol was wearing off I could easily have fought it I needed more bottles in me so I would take her with no problem This girl however went over and kissed this other boy My heart went to my knees and oozed out to the street ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #110 **********************************