From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #204 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 Saturday, May 20 2000 Volume 03 : Number 204 * 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: p.h., draft 1 [Mango Ara ] ET: me [Mango Ara ] ET: Piledriver [RedWoodenBeads@aol.com] ET: cedar point etc... [courtney gordon ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 18 May 2000 21:56:16 -0700 From: Mango Ara Subject: ET: p.h., draft 1 what am i going to do without these priceless hours all the time spent watching the smoke trailing from your hands the smoke from cigarettes, and from your soul left charred smoke from scraping the gravel until it left you raw and steaming where what should be pain is left numb what would i do without these priceless hours when my neck and your neck conform to meld into each other when i look down and i can't tell which fingers are yours and which are mine which hour is left unmarked which person is left unharmed no one, that's the end result, we all go away somewhat broken these are things i live for, - --your kisses that give me a breath of death each time they delve deeper and these are the things i drone on for, - --you turn glow in the dark against the shadows of empty coffee cups what would i do without these priceless hours, it's always when something is long far gone that i end up wishing i had never agreed to let this life lead in linear time and these priceless hours are washed away, leaving me with something steaming from my hands, leaving me with nothing - -- "I guess I'm an underwater thing so I guess I can't take it personally I guess I'm an underwater thing I'm liquid running there's a sea secret in me it's plain to see it is rising but I must be flowing liquid diamonds calling for my soul at the corners of the world" -tori amos * * * girl goddess #5, diva-to-be ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 18 May 2000 22:32:00 -0700 From: Mango Ara Subject: ET: me who am i endless question asked by each roaming person they swindle each other for answers this is who i am, if i put it into colors easily bruised like red roses swollen like red lips bleeding and bleeding swallowed in purple splashed in yellow streams this is who i am, if i put it into fears beaten and left abandoned by some overly horny pedophile covered in burns and scars the only figure in the wasteland that emerged from my mind, alone forever this is who i am, if i put it into insults a bitch to those who love me, a whore to those who used to care, and i am never satisfied this is who i am, if i put it into longing a lethargic romantic, a lustful compassionate environmentalist animal-rights activist who thinks she can paint her masterpieces with words this is who i am if only i could put it into reality a dreamer and someone so afraid that i crush down what i need most, hurt those who need me most and am left dashed upon the curse that is called my own free will - -- "I guess I'm an underwater thing so I guess I can't take it personally I guess I'm an underwater thing I'm liquid running there's a sea secret in me it's plain to see it is rising but I must be flowing liquid diamonds calling for my soul at the corners of the world" -tori amos * * * girl goddess #5, diva-to-be ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 19 May 2000 10:25:03 EDT From: RedWoodenBeads@aol.com Subject: ET: Piledriver These are lyrics to a song I wrote..... Haha!!!!!!!!!!!!! Piledriver Your body's cold Your arms are bare You're the only one In my chair I feel the blood In your fingertips The silence as it drips Is wrapped around the lining of the lips The world will fall And the sky will burn In a dreamy haze I'm sure we'll learn Our destiny In a million flames The answer to our pains Will be an uttter cloud of obliteration I feel my soul Inside my chest As I walk the world With every step Do you feel the pain Of the wal-mart chashiers And the many minions Of Britney Spears Girls who've only Reached ten years Struggle to please their peers Watching the sun slowly dissapear Watching the sun slowly... no longer cradled in gravity's memory still in and spinning in spiral drifts of endlessness spinning in torment into the garden of light - -Pale Saints "A Thousand Stars Burst Open" http://www.chickpages.com/musicmania/joepages ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 19 May 2000 18:29:49 -0400 (EDT) From: courtney gordon Subject: ET: cedar point etc... Dear Angels, Well, I am going to Cedar Point tomorrow, with my boyfriend and a ton of his friends, so I won't be posting again until around Sunday or Monday, and I won't be online (obviously) until the earliest of Sunday. At the moment I'm waiting for Mr. Punctuality to get here, and he was supposed to be here like an hour or two ago, but he doesn't ever call to say he'll be late. Keith (Wright, the guy I was talking about.) wasn't at school today because he was at an all day field trip for biology. But that's okay, he probably wouldn't have said much in French class anyway. Ya know what? He calls me "girlie". He barely knows my name, and the times he actually uses it are few and far between, but the pathetic thing is, he can call me Sarah if he wants to, I really don't care, I'll probably answer to it. I don't even have a crush on him! Serina and Kriston call it an "appreciation" for him... alright then. And he's not the only one. I have an "appreciation" for James Gazso too. But anyway, i gotta go wait for paul. more. Court "You can touch me with your special aura, cuz your energy be phenomena" ~S.A. Martinez ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #204 **********************************