From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #284 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, August 1 2000 Volume 03 : Number 284 * 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: Border of Insanity(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: call it cliche. [Naomi ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 08:50:26 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Border of Insanity(poem) Well, I'm about to head off to my class but I wanted to send this off before I left. Questions, Comments, etc. are welcome but not required. If you don't want to receive my poetry, let me know :) Take care and Have a Great Day! :o) -Seth ================================================ Border of Insanity by Seth D. Fulmer 7/31/00 I sit here resting yet running still drinking hot apple juice directly from the core of the fruit I'm sucking the poor thing's life juices like a vampire from its prey and listening to music relating to my depraved state of mind I feel like crying; like always but I resist so I sing a tune with my computer resonant of revenge and betrayal Sibling bonding; The offsprings unite against the evil, crazy parents trying to lead what they can not define hoping to change what little they have left I miss her like crazy, but I can't sit here forever I wish I could clone myself and then place me by the keyboard I need a better job, or a second one, says mom I will never go that route, but that's what I said about girls a decade ago, when I was immature where the only thing faithful was my computer Heaven knows not what is going on inside this lunatic's mind I should go on a life journey to the other side of insanity but then what would I get but a debt and a big headache and a bunch of people begging me...for a hug I really could use one, or a kiss from my baby Warm human contact, or the bumper from an automobile I want to go crazy; Maybe I'll do just that I'll sit here, think I'm there; yet write like I'm flying through space going light speed, making wedding plans, dating someone who's in a coma who fell from the train tracks on Christmas eve But no that's a movie, a very good one at that I need originality in my thoughts, or some nicotine love in my life Have you ever really loved someone where they were the only thing keeping you alive where the rest of humanity said "Die!" but she was there to make you feel loved? You really need someone like that It's helpful and a Godsend But insanity, it's making new paths in my brain where molecules before failed to travel Love for one person, Hate for 2 others A different kind of love for a different kind of angel one whom I will marry and fly away with some day I think I will die now or maybe just go to class Maybe I'll go to a concert where mosching is done with blades I wish I could separate myself and just live on rationality Vulcans have it so simple, logic is so much better But someone who's emotional who has so much it's mindboggling can use it to other means like taking over the world without trying God help me in World War 3, for I'll make people pray The anti-christ will need a shrink, and a priest after what I'll do to him Well Bye bye for now; I'm officially going to go This insanity is nice but I am going to block it now Class, and work, and searching for a new job then coming home to an empty computer I love you my dear sister; and lady whom I'm in love with I truly adore you! Please if you know how, can you save me from this? ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 20:11:41 -0700 (PDT) From: Naomi Subject: ET: call it cliche. I want to write a love poem like no other. One that speaks to you exactly what I want to say. One that tells you how wonderful you are, how much adored. One that tells of what it means to me the way you hold my hand, the way you kiss me, the way you fold me in your arms, the way your eyes lock into mine, the way you love me... and love me, so completely. One that tells you how undeserving I am of your love, but how cherished it is. One that makes you understand how deeply I love you, how much a part of me you are, what I would be without you. I want to write a love poem like no other, because I love you like no other, and I want you to know. ===== "What is Desire? Desire is... complicated. One person always wants the other person more." -VS __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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