From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #223 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 Friday, June 9 2000 Volume 03 : Number 223 * 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: from me. [Mango Ara ] ET: Feelings(poem)[Explicit] ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: Re: Jeff Buckley [RedWoodenBeads@aol.com] Re: ET: can someone help with lyrics? ["Kerry Ekenstam" Subject: ET: from me. this is gonna be funny, no strangeeeeeee ooo hm well i should hush 'fore i make a fool outtie myself cuz im kind of um, out of it yeah, im still faded. love xoxo samara ~~ so heres my strange "poetry." i am spock see me run the pinapple caressed that white woman's ass she's pale like porceline and she's...she's airplane riding through my head numb me my hand i'm happy the laugh is winding the world is round his fingers tingle like sourberry lips euphoria you know like those swirls in grease in greece the women's breasts crush grapes into wine dribbling down in my cleavage it's cresented by the top of my dress transverse your mind, it says, one track mind give me mine give me yours noah's bagels wants me to bite it so i can press my lips to you or lay between your legs and have you in my arms, beautiful body, beautiful boy you taste like smokey honey and i'm thinking, i've finally found it huh... fuckfuck he says i would want to fuck you, no love you & i then saw jellyfish in his mouth and a flickering pale ruby in his eyes doing the moves, pained self crucification now... and the eyes dig holes behind my pupils seep chocolate-coffee into my soul spill out my tipping quivering liquid world and the bouncy bod, no, the polo shirt & misplaced hot smile of flowers and him he him he is here, he is melting with my body melding with my senses, becoming my senses alive it screams and i could feel nothing, till i come and yeah i am stoned - -- "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, 08 Jun 2000 02:02:49 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Feelings(poem)[Explicit] Hey Everyone, Okey, I dunno...I am messed up in the head tonight and wrote this. I don't cry on the outside very often but on the inside I feel like I do quite often. But Here is this poem. It's a bit explicit so if you're young, or virgin mind, feel free to delete now. It does use the F word because it's a rather raw flow of emotion and a venting of my hormones a bit as well. Any comments, Questions, etc. are welcome but not required and if you don't want my poems, let me know. I hope you all take care and Have a Great Day. -Seth ============================================ Feelings by Seth D. Fulmer 6-8-00 I want to cry I want to shout I want to lash my tongue way out scream aloud I hate my body It's shaped all ugly full of bulges from my head to my toe my tummy you know is shaped so big it looks like shit Kiss my ass you sun of the devil An angel speaks A Seraphim cries out Lick me, Suck me Run your knife right straight through me till I bleed blue ink or black acidic violet green or magenta with little yellow passionate flowers blooming creatures screaming murder signing "help me" with their pinky shouting "Fuck me" with a slinky Why do I cry the alien screams I sing some days and others I fry in the pale green sun It's so fucking hot I could sing a whole orchestra without stopping for a breather My brother is ugly. He cheats, and he lies He would fuck his whole family if they were female and single I look at the singer on TV tonight she looks so damn hot I could bang her without stopping I want to just cry out What is stopping me? The emotions are pouring out and running into the sea into the keyboard across the screen I wipe my eyes with a napkin and find out I'm bleeding I am so in love I am falling for no reason I couldn't tell the God himself if he asked me when I'm intoxicated Singles, Doubles, Mega Orgies Partly lesbian, Partly with homeys Fraternal Bonds twisted by animals Showing all the signs of destruction Hazing, Drinking, Love by the stopsign Kissing, Hugging, I really need naptime I'm not tired though, Kiss my ass I need a favor, blow me real bad Make me want pleasure more than heaven can give Tell me to suck you so really fucking bad I want you to gag me with cum through the night Kiss me and hug me, don't fuck me just yet Cuddle with me, you rock me all right I love you pretty angel, but your halo's falling off I want you right now, the hormones are killing me Take them right now God I'm in torture Stop hurting me, in my mind I'm a vulture I fly through the night, stopping for beer passing by the clubs, going for the zoos A Zebra stops me and asks me for a light I'm sorry I don't smoke dude, go ask someone else The food on my plate is all moldy with flies the magots are crawing, the roaches are vomiting That's really bad dude, if they're dying as well and their corpses look appealing to eat with ketchup You accuse me of lust, but if it was lust I wouldn't feel a little bit of the feeling when I think rational God I love you, but Angels can attest I don't know the reasons, it hurts when I try Do you really love me? Then Why do you love me? You ask me all the time, why do you love me? I am so ugly, I have demons crawling through me I could slaughter the country of china without thoughts of the consequences just for the mere thought of rage because someone gave me the finger Can you really love that? the passion that can consume me if I love someone I do love them without though or reason, just passion Madness strikes me, Insanity rules My crown is gold, with "Ex Infernum Rego" inscribed along the base Some other girls like me, like Princess Fucking Diana and Joan of Arc and Britney Spears Okay I lied about the last one but I am true about the last there could be even more but my brain is too critical God I am dying, I am having a breakdown Deana my love, my fantastical creation of lore in latin you mean little goddess in English your name is Erin Come to me in a dream tonight I need to know you still exist Rock me gently, until I wake up Kiss me sweetly on the cheek You are so fucking awesome I think I could cry now I miss you holding me in your sweet arms telling me you'll never leave me even though it's a sweet lie I don't care though I love you too much I've known you for 9 years Nine Fucking years my love But you lied and you left me, didn't you! You left me a freakin' month ago and then you came as a human spelled your name a bit differently and you were but a friend I shouldn't be upset though I should have expected you to leave though You were but a dream, but yet you were so perfect Nobody really listens to me to my dreams, my thoughts, my visions My love for them is but a word My hate for others is but a phase You always loved me, you never dared to ask why You gave me all your thoughts and feelings God I really trusted you Just leave me darling for now and forever I don't ever want to talk to you I have someone else I love so much I may have to explain why I love her but she'll never leave me and she is for real I should really leave now. The night is growing late Everybody needs to sign off sometime My time might very well be now. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 8 Jun 2000 07:44:27 EDT From: RedWoodenBeads@aol.com Subject: ET: Re: Jeff Buckley In a message dated 6/7/00 9:10:48 PM Pacific Daylight Time, owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org writes: << He has got the most amazing voice I have EVER heard.. I can't believe it.. >> he is brilliant ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 08 Jun 2000 14:20:57 MDT From: "Kerry Ekenstam" Subject: Re: ET: can someone help with lyrics? I Hope You Dance (Lee Ann Womack featuring Sons Of The Desert) (Mark D. Sanders/Tia Sillers) I hope you never lose your sense of wonder You get your fill to eat But always keep that hunger May you never take one single breath for granted God forbid love ever leave you empty handed I hope you still feel small When you stand by the ocean Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens Promise me you'll give fate a fighting chance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance I hope you dance I hope you dance I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance Never settle for the path of least resistance Living might mean taking chances But they're worth taking Lovin' might be a mistake But it's worth making Don't let some hell bent heart Leave you bitter When you come close to selling out Reconsider Give the heavens above More than just a passing glance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance I hope you dance (Time is a wheel in constant motion always) I hope you dance (Rolling us along) I hope you dance (Tell me who) I hope you dance (Wants to look back on their years and wonder) (Where those years have gone) I hope you still feel small When you stand by the ocean Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance Dance I hope you dance I hope you dance (Time is a wheel in constant motion always) I hope you dance (Rolling us along) I hope you dance (Tell me who) (Wants to look back on their years and wonder) I hope you dance (Where those years have gone) (Tell me who) I hope you dance (Wants to look back on their years and wonder) (Where those years have gone) ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 8 Jun 2000 17:16:09 EDT From: RedWoodenBeads@aol.com Subject: ET: the alphabet A C B D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y & Z ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 8 Jun 2000 14:31:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Katherine Alexandra Subject: ET: love poetry at its worse HIM urgent kisses afraid of the ending clothing being thrown about fear understanding of the naked body of the years of torment the scars the hidden belly the uncertanity underneath the blouse the confusion dodging glances, hands touching squirming from the unsuspected, not yet familiar cold hand being placed on the pale skin goosebumps i love you's being thrown about as if they are justifying the erection the excitment, the child's dream adolescent fear growing up wrapping the arms of an older man around my tiny frame in hopes that his strength will somehow fall into the pores of my skin waking up with no clothes on his arms cocooning me from the world tierd lips, deep sighs breathe in. i am loved. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Photos -- now, 100 FREE prints! http://photos.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 8 Jun 2000 22:22:15 EDT From: RedWoodenBeads@aol.com Subject: ET: the alphabet (a correction) A B C D F E G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y & Z ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #223 **********************************