From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #263 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, July 13 2000 Volume 03 : Number 263 * 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: THE LINE (a true story) [Katherine Alexandra ] ET: but wait! there's more... [RJonthego@aol.com] Re: ET: but wait! there's more... [shivergirl ] Re: ET: my words. [shivergirl ] ET: Have you seen this puppy? [kerrye@hotmail.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 11 Jul 2000 21:32:29 -0700 (PDT) From: Katherine Alexandra Subject: ET: THE LINE (a true story) THE LINE (a true story). this is a prime place to find jerry springer guests. a large compound, choatic, stuff thrown around. if i pleased, i could grab a hamburger, go and buy a computer, a greeting card, some condoms, a bra, and some cement blocks. anything you have ever wanted is here, 24 hrs a day. the pride of america. i'm standing in line, trying to think of that assignment, of that due date, of that mistake. half watching the couple infront of me. a man with a belly too large to fit his shirt which says "bud lite" on it. his woman, at least 45, with leather skin and bright pink socks is angry because he wont buy her cigerettes. these people have sex? these people produce more? the man infront of the couple is yelling at the cashier. telling her that she is stupid. the poor woman looks tierd. she probably has 2 kids and is trying to make ends meet, she made a mistake, he's angry. or he got fired and wants to yell. whatever the reason, we are all waiting longer in line for it. the man behind me just walked up. a black man. he looks old, a long beard, funky pants and sidewalk chalk in his hands. a calming smile. he says hi. i smile. he asks me about the universe, we decide the universe is god. he has been traveling through the world for the past 30 years, he's on a long journey, decided to stop by portland for awhile. he needed some sidewalk chalk. he's from africa, he misses the sunsets. he tells me, that by my smile, i am in love. yes, i am. he smells of wood. he feels like a fire when he touches my arm. he makes me know that i am in the right place. i get my check cashed, he buys his sidewalk chalk. he thanks me. the conversations inside of americas prison...... __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get Yahoo! Mail – Free email you can access from anywhere! http://mail.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 12 Jul 2000 12:10:18 -0700 (PDT) From: Katherine Alexandra Subject: ET: my words. PARANOIA OF THE END my heart is breaking and i am following apart. there has been no sudden sign to this, no deep wind to warn me, to red sailors sky. a pain not any stronger then a pin prick but unsettling just the same. he is going to leave me. or worse yet, i am going to leave him. in the laughter of "i love yous" i can feel our conversation turning stale. i can sense your distraction and i have felt this way before. the silance, the calm, the beauty before the storm. please dont give me any sympathy flowers. all i can do is wait. every phone call half expect your departure. hold my breath under this water, knowing you are not going to lift me up. my heart is falling under my skin, i am unable to express how i feel. aknowledging that there are only mintues left of us. a death sentence being placed on, not knowing what day the execution will begin. i dont want to say goodbye. I SHOULD BE FLATTERED you should be flattered-that is what my mother has said all my life. when little suzie copied my trendy at the time bright pink sock and green sock. i should be flattered, thats what she always says, when i read words that echo my own. but i am no longer flattered. i recieved another letter today. happy news! its always how it begins. another good friend, another late night talking friend that has seen me at my best and worst, great news! this time it is from her, the older one i used to look up to. she is moving out here. going to my university. we will be sharing an apartment. imagine! she said, "i can cook you lasagna every night!" bribing me with food. it always works. but i cant help but to feel hurt. frustrated. i moved cross country, i am leaving to another country, all for a reason. the shadows of my past keep haunting me, following me to cities, where i only hope to find strangers on the street corners. why am i so selfish? this is not my city, this is not my college, this is not my program. i cant help but to feel stuck. you should be flattered. my boyfriend says. 4 friends! he has never heard of such a thing. 4 friends moving cross country for you! the first arriving when the leaves change colors. but i wanted something else... and i know, i should be flattered. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get Yahoo! Mail – Free email you can access from anywhere! http://mail.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 12 Jul 2000 16:19:12 EDT From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: but wait! there's more... Secretive is afraid of the sun. He dresses in hats and scarves to keep him warm, and only his long nose sticks out, which pokes around corners as he tries to sniff out rats. Secretive likes going barefoot when he fraternizes with Betrayal. Secretive underwent an operation not so long ago, and now he can't talk above a whisper. ~ Betrayal is a weapons master. His cupboards are full of sharp, shiny things In his younger days, he used to wear a large trenchcoat, selling poisons to teenagers out on street corners. ~ Infatuation doesn't like to leave her room. She is happiest when she is sitting on the cushion in front of her vanity, squirting on perfume, sighing to the mirror. She doesn't open her window for fresh air because she gets cold easily, and there's nothing warmer in her room than lace. ~ Pompous wears clothes high above his rank. he swishes through hallways and doesn't notice how quickly they clear. He likes inviting people over for dinner and a drink, where he lavishes generous helpings to Vanity and Heroism, but tends to skimp on Humble. He likes it best afterwards, when they sit around on the large stuffed couches and his guests are too full to move. Pompous was very lonely once but after a friendship with Betrayal, he decided he liked himself better. ~ Chaotic is worried about her teenage daughter, Hectic, the way she drives like a wild animal, her group of friends, the color of her hair...But Chaotic is so busy getting ready for her Mom, Overwhelmed, to visit, and keeping the twins, Frenzy and Flurried out of trouble, and keeping their swim meets and soccer games straight. 2 years ago, her Chaotic's husband, Relaxed, left and didn't come back. Vengeance told her he was on the coast, dating Easygoing (who had skinny legs) But Overwhelmed just called, and said that she was bringing Frantic, a friend with 3 dogs, so Chaotic can't stop to think about anything else right now. She doesn't have time to drive Frenzy and Flurried to a friends, and Hectic isn't home. She puts this in the back of her mind the way she puts the piece of hair that's escaped, behind her ear. ~ Jealousy likes the theater. He always sits in the front row, and during monologues, he stands up and faced the audience, telling them how much better his friend, Attention, can deliver those lines When it's time for curtain call, he sits sourly, glaring at the program in his lap. (Truth once said that Jealousy doesn't have the backbone to audition.) ~ Indecisiveness has been in this store for nearly 7 hours now. He's narrowing the field, but it was too much for Impatience, who works the register, and he is gone, taking apart the clock. Indecisive is apologetic, but you really shouldn't rush a choice like this one... ~ Peace likes the park. She sits in the middle of the bench with bags of birdseed She wouldn't mind if children came and talked to her. She could show them how she made the flower chains that are on her head like a crown. But kids are more entranced by Rashness, taking dares across the lake. He wears flashy colors, But Peace calms the birds he's frightened. ~ Exhilaration owns a pair of water skis and laughs when saltwater gets in her mouth She yells as loud as she could to Wild, her best friend, running the boat. Wild is steering with her feet, and Exhilaration is breathless with laughter. They both have green eyes (Wild's spark orange) and both forgot to put on sunscreen. ~~~ roya ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 12 Jul 2000 17:39:58 -0400 From: shivergirl Subject: Re: ET: but wait! there's more... brilliant, but i'm not surprised. :) there's nothing like personifying something to make it hit home. RJonthego@aol.com wrote: beautifully ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 12 Jul 2000 17:41:23 -0400 From: shivergirl Subject: Re: ET: my words. your poh-etry-prose blend is delicious and heart-wrenching. i think you've mastered it. :) thank you for sharing your words. Katherine Alexandra wrote: wunderfully ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 12 Jul 2000 17:50:03 -0500 (CDT) From: kerrye@hotmail.com Subject: ET: Have you seen this puppy? REMEMBER! ~ ~ ~ Kerry Loves You =0) Check it out --> http://www.amused.com/puppy/ - -------------------------------------------------------------------------- You received this message because someone (presumably a friend of yours) visited our site, and used our "Tell-a-Friend" form to tell you about the site. Please send any questions to taf@wondermill.com - Aaron Dragushan The IP address of the person who sent you this email is: 206.100.159.2 - -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #263 **********************************