From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #269 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 Tuesday, July 18 2000 Volume 03 : Number 269 * 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: they think he will be ok... [RJonthego@aol.com] ET: sam [RJonthego@aol.com] ET: A million years (poem) ["Claudia" ] ET: A million years (poem) ["Claudia" ] ET: ~Released Realization ["Sara" ] ET: Corrosive [Nondescript ] ET: the sweetest song. [Naomi ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2000 00:53:01 EDT From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: they think he will be ok... her voice is still and i can tell she is holding herself stiff even though i can't see her over the phone i can tell she has built a wall of her tears and will not move it will not be moved - -the doctors say he will be okay- - -but the extent of damage is still uknown- i wish she had someone to ask for the answers someone who knows whys and because i wish there was someone who could tell me the reasons - -they said he recognizes his surroundings- so i could tell her and move past the wall. ~~dedicated to Brian. please, please be ok~~ roya ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2000 01:37:25 EDT From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: sam a really close friend of sam's (mango-ara, phoenix princessa, etc) just got in a really horrible skateboarding accident. they don't know what kind of permanent damage there will be... but he's alive. his skull is fractured, his brain is bruised... and sam is in shock. i know some of you are really close friends of hers, and i thought that i should let you know. roya ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2000 19:03:14 +0200 From: "Claudia" Subject: ET: A million years (poem) ~A million years~ A million years won't erase my footsteps on the milky way of your skin. A million years won't fade the constellation of your promises eternally impressed in my heart. A million years won't stop the sweet wind of emotions that blows proudly in my soul anytime you call my name. A million years won't obscure all the stars i wished on for you to never leave me. A million years won't be enough for me to show you how infinite and boundless my love for you is. ~Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking together in the same direction.~ - - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2000 19:03:14 +0200 From: "Claudia" Subject: ET: A million years (poem) ~A million years~ A million years won't erase my footsteps on the milky way of your skin. A million years won't fade the constellation of your promises eternally impressed in my heart. A million years won't stop the sweet wind of emotions that blows proudly in my soul anytime you call my name. A million years won't obscure all the stars i wished on for you to never leave me. A million years won't be enough for me to show you how infinite and boundless my love for you is. ~Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking together in the same direction.~ - - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2000 11:19:16 -0700 From: "Sara" Subject: ET: ~Released Realization Released Realization I was crying the other day for some stupid lame reason. Crying because I failed and I couldn't hold back the tears. Though, I realized my tears were rooted deeper. Coming out of me were all those tears for the friends I miss. Pouring from my eyes were all the tears for the independence I lack. And yes, escaping from my eyes were all the tears that were created and stored because He hasn't called. And so I cried and I cried until my eyes burned like acid and my face was as red as a peach, and my lips as swollen as my broken heart, but the phone has yet to ring. - --- "Wouldn't know what to do with another chance if you gave it to me, I couldn't take the embrace of a real romance it'd race right through me, I'm much better off the way things are, much much better off and better by far." ~Fiona Apple http://homepages.go.com/~mysteriousraven/door.html *********************************** chickclick.com http://www.chickclick.com girl sites that don't fake it. http://www.chickmail.com sign up for your free email. http://www.chickshops.com boutique shopping from chickclick.com *********************************** ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2000 19:31:16 -0400 From: Nondescript Subject: ET: Corrosive Neurotic, neurotic, I tick like a clock. And back and forth I lash, as though a rabid dog's tail, diseased. Such an illbred nature, fitted with cadavers. All the beauty of tearing flesh apart, all the splendor of blossoming wounds. There is no escaping myself. So I send the scarlet out as a plague upon humanity. If I flail and struggle, and am still trapped in my self gauze, then the rest of the world shall be engrossed. There will not be the luxury of watching the gardenia fall to the dust. Dried, preserved for the ages. Just the way the carnival crowd wants it to be. I will live on past my time, for I am the fever that burns in their brains. I exist, waiting for the will, which I use to claw out and fang into being. The rapture of it turns them on to the notion. I'm so glad they're going to die. We will all end up as dust. The women with the voluptuous lips are shams, factitious. And all the prose and sonnets mean nothing to death's grinning head. Love is a petty emotion to temporarily distract from the worthlessness of existing. We are hollowed. I pray that I may come off the conqueror. I stare at my clock at night. I see the days stretching ahead of me like a lethal, yawning feline. The claws, the fangs, created to kill, and snapping down at the end of a sigh or a grin. So smug, yet with reason--for once they have my feeble spine, I am done for. Pressed between pages like a dead flower. The death bell, the death bell--falling on deaf ears. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2000 18:07:06 -0700 (PDT) From: Naomi Subject: ET: the sweetest song. kara, sooo sorry i haven't written you back!!! very soon, i promise! hope you are well!! everyone else, enjoy!! love, nai. - --- a lullaby that transcends time, voice, age, race, thought, and binds hearts w/ it's sweet song, has chosen us, love. weaving us as one, in our sleep, our waking dreams. merging our souls, and calling our mutual being: *love.* ===== "What is Desire? Desire is... complicated. One person always wants the other person more." -VS __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get Yahoo! 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