From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #264 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, July 14 2000 Volume 03 : Number 264 * 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: more words [Katherine Alexandra ] ET: overly [shell ] ET: leaving home [Katherine Alexandra ] ET: JENNIFER (yeah, yeah more words from kat) [Katherine Alexandra Subject: ET: more words PLEADING TO SUPERWOMAN she wants to be everything. spending hours in her room on her little toes. wanting desperatly to be a poster ballerina. to be valedictorian. to be the princess, the beauty queen, superwoman. she dances through subjects, avoiding reality, with her toes scabbed up convinced her worth is in that jump, that A, that hair. and i sit here, watching this blond flame turn into nothing. specs of wants and needs. a mess,a disastor, and she has no idea. her obession with perfection eats away her bones. knocking down anyone who dares to be beautiful, to jump, to try. her ego falls flat. loneliness in the wee hours of the night. lost. its everyone elses fault, she says. suzanne, please learn to smile. ELIZABETH goof teeth and a giggle, a loud one. that has a snort. and blue eyes, bluer then the bluest skies. elizabeth. she hates coffee but loves caffine. she wants more, she says. more then this man. boxes packed, bedroom empty. she's moving in with him. but lizzie, where did that high school smile go to? a year out and she has found her match. a year out and she has lost her dreams. a year out and she is wondering what happened to the plotted plan of a 16 year old girl she calls in tears. nothing has happend the way, we thought. she bakes me cookies, writes me letters, my god how can i help this beauty? here i am, too far to threaten the man, to close to tell her the truth. elizabeth, this is out to you, please dont fade. dont fade into the history of our mothers dont fade into the empty promises dont fade into the flowers dont fade into the comfort please lizzie, dont fade __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get Yahoo! Mail – Free email you can access from anywhere! http://mail.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 13 Jul 2000 12:47:23 -0700 (PDT) From: shell Subject: ET: overly Black slinky shirt tight black pants, black boots. Is she good enough for you? Black glasses covering deep green eyes, auburn hair falling over tan shoulders black barely-there shirt going with the movement of her perfect tits. You want her. You know you do. second-skin pants hanging low over her curvy hips that I know you'd just love to control make me check again. she's beautiful. I know her. She comes to you talks to you, perfect Katie Holmes-shaped lips whispering in your ear as your gender is a bit more apparent now She walks away I come back. You blush sheepishly. I grin. I whisper to you, Katie Holmes lips close to your closely listening ears "Her name is Michelle." ~~~~~~~~~~ Comment. please. Court _______________________________________________________ Say Bye to Slow Internet! http://www.home.com/xinbox/signup.html ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 13 Jul 2000 15:54:44 -0700 (PDT) From: Katherine Alexandra Subject: ET: leaving home LEAVING HOME today was one of those days where i was transported back into the past while walking down the halls of the present. i guess we all have someone back home waiting for us. i remember how it happened, how i urgently packed all of my memories into brown boxes. i bubble taped the fragle ones, hoping styrophom and newspaper can save me from damage. i placed each box into my car, daddys help. mother was worried. a cooler in the back seat filled with cokes, an atlas, some dreams. they say you always remember graduation, prom, first kisses, but what you really remember are goodbyes, leaving home, not turning back. i waved goodbye to them, watched my house turn into a spec from the rearview mirror. a country ahead of me, mountains, time zones, anything but home. here i am, and i didnt turn back. i still get transformed to when they waved goodbye, to my fathers tears, to my mothers pleading for me to stay, just for one more day... the reality is sinking in. what i would do for a mothers hug today. i try so hard to be strong, to make them proud. to not call too much, to not mention the humid air, not remember the dinners. i do miss them. but i wont go back. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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Mail – Free email you can access from anywhere! http://mail.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 13 Jul 2000 17:09:43 -0700 (PDT) From: Katherine Alexandra Subject: ET: JENNIFER (yeah, yeah more words from kat) JENNIFER jennifer lost her mind and theres nothing getting it back again. she sends me burnt cookies in the mail with little number two pencils in the box. jennifer isn't the same anymore. she forgot how to get back home. jennifer wasn't ever ok. she was born into a world that wont accept her differences. she never tried to hide her hearty laugh, no jennifer doesnt hold back. she's tall and awkward, darting eyes and a nervous smile. jennifer wasn't always like this, i say. but they dont listen. she would braid my hair, tell me stories. jennifer thought i was the prettiest thing that she had ever seen. she punched boys that teased me, she told me my glasses looked cool (even when they didn't). jennifer was my idol, my future, i wanted to be jenn. so i know she isn't crazy. but thats not what mom says, on late night phone calls. they are worried, she cant handle people. they are worried, her laugh brings chills down our backs. they are worried, she talks in awkward voices. they are worried, she talks about the ghosts we want to forget. jennifer called me today. she wanted someone to talk to. she called me midday, i had too much to get done. she interrupted my errands. but she just had to let me know... that things are ok. they get kinda hard. but things are ok back home. mom's planting new flowers. and her baby is growing big. she had to let me know, her husband hasn't been drinking. things are getting a little better in her world. that things are ok. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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