From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #259 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, July 9 2000 Volume 03 : Number 259 * 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: yet another poem [shell ] ET: sweet [shell ] ET: surprise [RJonthego@aol.com] ET: The world is Jello(poem) indeed ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 7 Jul 2000 21:48:05 -0700 (PDT) From: shell Subject: ET: yet another poem Last night changed the lightbulb I assumed it would matter today. Packed my bags today kind of knew this would happen. So I guess here's to... the tears we both knew I'd cry. Walking down the hall, past ou...your bedroom. Notice I didn't make the bed, so I go back to... your room, and do it. I cry half way through fixing o-- your sheets, understanding this is the last time I'll be here. Ever. I can't stand it anymore and I break down. I have to leave the room, after double checking your dresser for my clothes. I walk down the hallway the green mile and notice, the damn lightbulb busted again. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Comments, questions, concerns all welcome with arms wide open! Court "There is often no seperating beauty from danger" _______________________________________________________ Say Bye to Slow Internet! http://www.home.com/xinbox/signup.html ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 7 Jul 2000 22:42:41 -0700 (PDT) From: shell Subject: ET: sweet Dear Angels, This is weird... Everybody is being incredibly sweet to me lately. Especially my best friend, he's being the sweetest thing on earth, and now I have 2 more guy friends that are being incredibly sweet to me (Garet, and Gary, wonder what they want), and everything is going my way all of a sudden. And tomorrow I'm spending at least 6 hours at borders. :) COFFEE!!! Just thought I'd share. Court Bug There is often no seperating beauty from danger _______________________________________________________ Say Bye to Slow Internet! http://www.home.com/xinbox/signup.html ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 8 Jul 2000 02:10:10 EDT From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: surprise will you write a poem about this too? about the way i shook and the way i questioned every truth i thought i'd known? like a disease it strikes without discrimination only this was something i'd always assumed only happens to others. not to me. but it struck without a warning - -well a small one i didn't think to pay attention to- and i am falling now from my comfortable perch luckily the wings beating inside of my stomach seem to be enough to keep me aloft. i think it's time to write a poem. surprise! ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 08 Jul 2000 11:32:41 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: The world is Jello(poem) indeed Hey there :) Some of you know about some of the stuff this poem talks about...so if you wanna know, ask :) If you don't want my poems, let me know...Questions, Comments, Flames, and all that jazz are welcome but not required :) Take care and Have a Great Day!! :o) -Seth ========================================== The world is Jello by Seth D. Fulmer 7-8-00 The world is not round now It's jello, did you know? Lime Green, Black Cherry Grape colored, even Blue Little girls college age calling names, making faces going violent on people when it's more mature to be silent I don't really care because maturity never prospered Jello would be fine now, don't you see? It calms down the soul It has the consistency of nothing else even tapioca pudding, my young patiwan Laughter in the streets The lights of the newscrew shooting the dead bodies of the 20 yr girls in cap and gown They graduated an hour before They were walking outside They were raped and attacked so violently by some boys who saw them on the internet Some are sick-colored, some are beautiful People and Jello too you see Some are cold...and some are salty Some are powerful...with vodka instead of water The world is jello, don't you see? It's not round...but why would you care? ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 8 Jul 2000 17:44:46 -0700 (PDT) From: shell Subject: ET: a poem And you just loved her so much I could tell. We all could tell. I could tell... How could I not, you forced it down my throat. And now she broke your heart and I hate to say I told you so. I'm sorry though... I really wish she could have been what I was to you. So, nothing left to say but I told you so. Didn't I tell you? I told you she'd never be me. You can't squint your eyes really hard then close one and maybe she'll look like me. You can't talk to her and try to twist her words around so maybe she'll sound like me. You can't twist your feelings for her around so that maybe you'd love her the way you still love me. You can't just forget me. You can't just move on and forget because I was IT. The buck stops here baby, end of the line. There is no one better than me for you. You know that. That will always haunt you... "Hell is repetition, I think we all know that, in our hearts." You can't ever forget about me. You also can't have me back. ~~~~~~~~~ feel free to comment Court Bug "I try to resist being last on your list, but each time I try, I just break down and cry, cuz I'd rather be home feeling blue. Because I'm saving all my love for you" "Ooh, I love the way you, love the way you love me..." _______________________________________________________ Say Bye to Slow Internet! http://www.home.com/xinbox/signup.html ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #259 **********************************