From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #288 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 Saturday, August 5 2000 Volume 03 : Number 288 * 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: 2 new poems. ["Sara" ] ET: ~ben in the afternoon~ [shivergirl ] ET: ~repetitive brain/strain injury~ [shivergirl ] ET: I have a question... [GuMmIbEaRs ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 04 Aug 2000 07:12:12 -0700 From: "Sara" Subject: ET: 2 new poems. Good morning (<--Oxymoron? ~smile~) Angels. I wrote two poems this morning,..Thought'd I share, Maybe I shouldn't listen to NIN in the morning while I'm still tired LOl. But I thought it would wake me up. ..feedback, good or bad, is more then welcome,.. ttfn Sara the Angel with 2 paintings to finish in 13 days. ~untitled I have no regrets. So why is it I feel this way? Is it because I am finally feeling all he pain you caused, that I denied myself for so long? ~Rauchenberg No Longer. my reality is killing me and I just need to sleep, a long sleep. I need a soft bed who's covers are for warmth not protection, in a room with no dark shadows, no evil spirit's, no hidden demons, and no alarm clocks. - --- "Jesus what would you do? 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Hello~ A long while back some one on the list wrote a poem and one of the lines in it had a drink by the name of "sex on the beach". ANd I was wondering what that drink was made of :) Hope that person is still on the list. Holly ===== "-Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart." -Rose Walker __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Kick off your party with Yahoo! Invites. http://invites.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #288 **********************************