From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #318 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, September 11 2000 Volume 03 : Number 318 * 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: Las que no existan ["Sam Plant" ] ET: The Dream(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: ~bones&babes~ [shivergirl ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2000 04:07:13 GMT From: "Sam Plant" Subject: ET: Las que no existan Hola, Yo se que algunos de Uds. no pueden leer este, y por eso lo siento. Pero, esta idioma es una de las mejores y en esta idioma puedo expressarme bien los sentidos. Tengo miedo a que esta haciendo en el mundo mio. Por ejemplo, la gente de mi escuela creen que pueden llamarse a mis amigos todos los malefaciones que existan y me lo enoja. Ayer, alguien le dijo a mi amigo que el no debe vivir por que el es una persona "especial." Yo le dije, "y tu, como puedes decirle que no puede vivir cuando tu no tienes tu propia vida." Nunca voy a entender la gente de mi escuela. Con mentes pequen~os no pueden hacer nada sin hablando primero con sus "otro" cerrebro. Anyways, I just thoroughly raped the spanish language, and to any natives, i am sorry. But, sometimes i go off on tangents. Sleep well, and dream better. Sam (One of the many) _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2000 12:51:56 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: The Dream(poem) Hey there :) I woke up at like 6:30 this morning and wrote this after the dream I had last night. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I may not always be the cheeriest person on the planet but I'm never rude. Also, if you don't want to receive my poetry, let me know and I'll take you off, but please be nice in your request :) I hope you all are doing well and are succeeding in life. Take care and Have a most excellent Day!! :o) - -Seth ============================================================ The Dream by Seth D. Fulmer 9/10/00 Fear is not within me but unease has replaced it I had a dream last night where I saw a good friend a friend from a long time ago That I lost and then gained back I liked her and I was jealous and for that I ceased talking She reminded me of my first love who had the exact same name Except it was my first love who hurt me below the bandaid line I did not cry though; I did not pout I just sat still and shoved it away I never talked of it, not to my friends, myself, or God I simply ignored that she ever existed though in my mind I wanted to know her To this date, I still think of her and if she were to talk to me, I'd resume I'd take her out and make her my princess I'd rock her world senseless and make it feel like heaven Then the dream changed though and I was confronted by two beings an angel and a demon, or maybe the reverse I really don't know because they both had their good and bad sides The first one I met a year or so ago She taught me to raise my shields high She taught me how to deal with pain She'd torture me then kiss the hurting wounds Then we'd talk about it, and laugh over a drink The second one I met only a short time ago same name only spelled a bit differently This one taught me to lower my shields down She wanted only to heal my pain How did I not realize though that the poison in her stinger would hurt more than anything At least the first told me to hold on The one I thought was an angel hurt me and never let me know to be careful I woke up yet I didn't though I screamed throughout the night I found myself in outer space close to nothing I found familiar The stars were far off, and there was no sun I floated there a few minutes and considered going back to sleep But then I felt kisses all over me so I opened my eyes for a peak It was Ophelia, I forgot she was there I told her to go away, to let me sleep I finally gave in and kissed her back gently I felt all cold, and I felt like I was dieing The cold gave way to hot flashes The passion diminished to romance The scene then changed and I was in bed She said she had to go I asked her why and for how long she said she did not know It's times like these that I hate my life I have absolutely no control A little to the left and then twist to the side Kick me in the gut then run me over with a Bronco But dreams are not real then I realize that now finally They never will attain that far off state so I must reach for them always ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2000 22:32:25 -0400 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~bones&babes~ this is for katrina, a girl who insulted my looks. if i could, i'd pee all over her. :) + so i am a dog well let me be loyal to my canine kind to your animal characterization of me by being a bitch right back to you you who strut self-confidence like being born gorgeous is your natural providence and the rest of us merely your drooling ego servants watching you gallop by after another emotional assassination coiled blonde curls tight with malevolence dressed in python pants i'm sorry but i can't help but laugh at the absence of subtlety the full-force obvious redundance + ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #318 **********************************