From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #275 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 Monday, July 24 2000 Volume 03 : Number 275 * 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: ya girl now you know the truth [Katherine Alexandra ] ET: ~lucky charmers under covers~ [shivergirl ] ET: Confidence ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2000 00:24:42 -0700 (PDT) From: Katherine Alexandra Subject: ET: ya girl now you know the truth funny story, which is true, happened today. and i will title this story to "Ya girl, now you know the truth" so today i wanted to find a place to hang my hat, ya know, find that apartment, get out of this dorm life. i have 2 weeks to get a place, so i am getting frantic in mist of finals. i went down to a couple of places, only to realize how naive i am with money. all upset, i bought a paper, sat down at a coffeehouse and started circling and high-lighting. with doubts of ever being anywhere safe with my income. then a nice young man, a waiter with too many piercings, went up to me and told me about his home, 5th and harrison, and how it's a really great place. how it was cheap. my ears perked up. yah, maybe i can get out of this slum. so i said, joking, "its not a crackwhore place is it? i dont have to sale my soul to get in do i?" and he responded with, "well only one person died, that was murder, over a year ago, and he was revived" i kinda got awkward in my chair. "we had some prositutes, well drag queens, but we tried to get them out. ya know, it would get loud of night. great man owns the place, he's trying to make it classy". so i sat there, with my coffee and paper, staring out the window into a big city and just started laughing. a year ago i would have found this all glamourus, now i find it tiring. i just want a place to call home. with a kitchen. with a bathtub, without coc sprinkled on the floor.... ya, and i wanna pay $600 a month. i can just hear some old man sitting in back of some bar laughing right now, ya girl now you see the truth.... __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get Yahoo! Mail – Free email you can access from anywhere! http://mail.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2000 12:53:58 -0400 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~unfiled~ + i cannot conceive of you and i heard the bagpipes at the end of our conversation this time so i guess that means from now on we're cloudwatching underground + we are bronze standing on the third wooden block on the stage closest to the floor, to failure, to fade, to faint to hear honourable mention; but so far from golden selflessness; the miniatures of us standing stoic and stale after all this in-between not the right pint-size models for my wedding cake it seems + i would have subject myself to a life-long rejection ceremony of silver, non-consoling second but one joni-morning a healthy relationship came crawling in through the new window that actually opens, like sun-rays after your dinosaur ice age saying why don't you get up for once, push back the covers made up of his selfish, sexual love and feel like you really want to bound up, instead of just neutralize your life + ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2000 13:47:05 -0400 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~lucky charmers under covers~ + you are warm laundry and a drink in the middle of the night filling up the space so much as if to exceed my grasp if i held on too tight like other boys who were too small to consume and didn't know how to repair at all just fight + i don't know what it is about me and foreheads and how they signify forwards somehow, but i'd like to be born backwards out of yours today, tomorrow, any time (right now) + not only a moon-worshipper you emit a sunny vitality even while dressed in the dark glasses stealing half your face away from me, i can still see those scrumptious features more content than i ever thought i could be + left without a clue how to pace myself through the times when he isn't around my universe beaming exuberance into a void that all my life has never felt so out of place i am left here again but not alone just to trace the glow of dots that led me to his shepherd-face like a long-distance mime out of time with a world moving at a speed of slow-mo i come through each day without him toward him but there are always feels like there is such a stretch to go + i like to think i am caught on the other side of your lenses looking back at you inquisitively through exquisite specs of green and yellow making up hazel sometimes jumping inside your pupils to feel the full sense of dilation to look back at myself and see a soul throbbing with love full of iridescent hope for once only to shimmer back into a passing glance at the corner of your imperfect vision as you quickly turn your head it is gone + true softness, so soft i could slip-slide right off your teddy-bear nose into a waiting smile that smiles as it waits that re-defines shy as i look up hairy and human and humble and find home + your genius emotional intelligence and almost-inherent affinity for that which is feminine sometimes still makes me lose sight of the fact that you are indeed a man with a man's undeniable needs and body making me sweat at the sight of simple shorts and careless shirts measuring spiritual grace in a strong sexual connection as a part but not the sum and it doesn't feel so out of place + i am about to listen to my child; his voice contained in your pitch, tone, choice of words to spurt out as a little one finally come into his own, twin feelings for a future triplet bursting forth with an original effervescence i have now come to expect + writing my own little niche of a world full of non-physical features i can touch, these teeny building blocks of ink and trust are teetering topsy-turvy type on the brink because other thieves keep taking them away and putting them into their own lingual jig-saw mix, these tiny toes and fingers to feel the force of words in the shapes of letters haphazard, lying about on the page + ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2000 22:48:55 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Confidence Hey everyone, Um..Well, if you have questions about this, just ask...I'm Blah about this. I just would like to say that my girlfriend Stephany is the most awesome angel on this planet and I wouldn't trade her for anything in the whole world. The poem says the rest. I love you Steph! Any questions, etc. are welcome but not required...If you don't want to receive my poems, let me know and I won't send them. Take care and Have a Fantastic Day!! :o) -Seth ================================================================ Confidence by Seth D. Fulmer 7/23/00 Kisses so sweet they could melt glaciers from heaven The difficulty to raise the sword amidst all the passions I love her; my lady, in the castle by the shore She accepts me as her prince even though I'm just a pauper She sees through my flames to catch a glimpse of my halo The horns don't ever hurt her She just massages my wings Although I love her I try to get her to see the evil deep beneath me The deficiencies, and miseries She still misses them all and she loves me with no doubt I can't believe it; she's an angel but why then do I fail? Shouldn't I have powers beyond all the rest If I am truly the god she sees Wouldn't I be special? I wish I were king or emperor or even sultan I'd make myself declared beautiful and craft a sword hard as diamond But I just need that crown now the sceptor of pure gold She deserves all of this and a man to love and hold ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #275 **********************************