From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #202 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 Thursday, May 18 2000 Volume 03 : Number 202 * 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: oy freakin vey [courtney gordon ] ET: a poem. yeah. [Summer Burton ] ET: Just adding to the silence [Tudegirl08@aol.com] ET: poems from me...woohoo! ["Maggie, the 17th Squid" Subject: ET: oy freakin vey Dear Angels, Well this is sweet. Okay, Serina the wonderful and I got in a fight today because she can't seem to communicate with me (yes, I am in the right here) and we're not speaking now. I thought things couldn't get much worse, and they have. It's a long drawn out and involved story with her that i don't want to get into, so I'll just leave it at that. And I totally cracked at lunch and just tanked. Everything just sucks right now and there's nothing i can do about it and nobody I can really talk to that understands me, and I'm depressed a lot more than usual, and the sad thing is that i don't even know why! The songs My Own Prison and What's This Life For sum it up pretty well if that means anything. Courtney ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 17 May 2000 20:25:05 -0700 From: Summer Burton Subject: ET: a poem. yeah. scribbled on a napkin in a parking lot today... your blood spirals down the bathroom drain and is pumped all over the U S A your pain bled red and now it's flowing from my faucet if i drink it or shoot it up will i understand better why you did it? will it stain my throat or my insides? will it stay, will it reside? will i be infused with your beauty or your shine? if i use it to wash my hair will my red red locks grow to reach you? spiral or curl out of control imitate what your soul must do when you hurt enough to cut will my hair slice itself short when it's had enough? if i shower in your blood if it filled up the sea if i soak up all your pain if it rains upon me would you then be set free? would the hurt finally let you be? - -- webmaster ... boingyboingy.com writer ... planetgirl.com aolim ... summiestar icq ... 71939214 voicemail ... (512) 682-6988, ext. 5331 ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 17 May 2000 22:54:57 EDT From: Tudegirl08@aol.com Subject: ET: Just adding to the silence No decency is all I can say What gets into you to treat me that way Your heart may burn green Not necessarily mean Unintentional maybe But I somewhat disagree So I have a past with other men You speak of girls more then quite often And I close my mouth when I've had enough I don't sit there in anger and deny you my love How can one time affect you like this Nothing happened, not even a kiss I watched a movie with him, he may have made me laugh At least I kept my pants on, didn't blame it on being smashed Let's talk about you and your infamous past How many women did you say? You need more then two hands? At least I told you about him stopping by Unlike that night, you said it meant nothing and you tried to stop, you tried I got over it though, and blamed the passion on her An out of control flame she tempts to conjure So why so much intensity last night Did you pick at me just to pick a fight? Don't get angry if I ever speak his name You can't erase our history, but your temper you must tame ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 17 May 2000 22:27:51 CDT From: "Maggie, the 17th Squid" Subject: ET: poems from me...woohoo! These are all poems I'm putting in the Literary Magazine I'm the Asst Editor of...I thought it was time I shared something.. *L* Squared PegZ ...sometimes I cower away out of fear that I cannot be _THE_ individual when I never think about not being extraordinary or real, I just may be… unintentionally, because that's what I am… extraordinary. ========================================== Schoolday Mourning woke up late again. alarm clock=Lucifer's tool for a stress-filled day no beakfast (no time for superficial things like brushing hair or --breakfast--) stayed up late. (Nirvana Unplugged) well-worthy cause. And now I'm hungry and I have wet, cold hair and I'm tired and my toes are mad (they're chilly) ================================ dragonphyre emotions are wandering dragons, fierce and chased, in search of a place to be free ========================= and my favorite: (not sent to offend anyone, please don't target me for my beliefs.) == Y2K? No, a2z asininity becomes conversation, descisions explain fancy. "god" hates individuality, jesus killed life. more needless organiZation? perfectly queue. religion stops thinking. Unitarianism, vast wasteland. Xantippe yapped "Zeitgeist!" Love... Maggie. ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #202 **********************************