From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #283 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 31 2000 Volume 03 : Number 283 * 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: ~dream and the delfin~ ["marty" ] ET: ~better butterflies~ [shivergirl ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2000 22:07:37 +0200 From: "marty" Subject: ET: ~dream and the delfin~ "Tranquility in our hearts, calm settled settled, the moon is peacefulLy awake awake, in Aurora sleeps the cryStal." i love you taRa* welcome home tonight.. :) +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+ "look at yourself only through the eyes of those who loves you, and you shall see; you have become the one you wanted to be." ~m ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2000 23:53:46 -0400 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~better butterflies~ + mean like chocolate ice cream to a girl's self-image i liked that out of the whole store in the boy aisle you were the most expensive costing so much to consume and later exhume the contents of my stomach pumped onto the page so bad for me with the funny tummy ache afterwards i was drawn to the melting, more than anything, i think + well you don't like the movie that we wrote ourselves into but never did get the chance to really see, in just seven days but you say that even though it's too late now for me to be your leading lady i sure can act the part when i feel like faking having a heart and you tore the story script, screenplay of us up, apart, in half like a make-believe letter you have written in the moment confronted by the past, but decide later to re-word, edit out all emotion and make better, somehow when you're really just wishing you could hurl unadulterated sounds devoid of propriety and maturity, at my head instead + i want you to know how it feels to be persecuted, he said guilty before you've even been born like a child who is not first a concept, only an annoyance after; squalling and red in the face because you realize you have willed yourself into this mess, despite your parents' unthinking selfishness; because then if you are akin to a helpless, needy child stumbling and crawling through life, you would know what it is to possess, this seemingly innate suffering, like a passed-down curse; reaching out and falling down every single staircase inside of me, whenever my family ever decides to take notice and see, and it's all i can do not to swear away and hide + when you have implanted the image of yourself you like best on top of my face small and rejected managed to convince me without you in my life i would be something less than what i am because of what i did, to you then it is time for space to give you back your distortion your 20/20 perspective of the place we have inhabited the projection tossed between us like pain so poignant it is exquisite torture just to come through it as missing as i am + ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #283 **********************************