From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #322 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 Friday, September 15 2000 Volume 03 : Number 322 * 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: 01 [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: 02 [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: 02 (first 02 a mess up...) [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: 03 [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: 04 [JewelAng@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2000 22:19:11 EDT From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: 01 The wind whispers, biting the back of my neck. The sun shines, eating me bit by bit. The ocean roars, restoring my peace. The rain falls, whispering sweet love words upon my skin. It takes me prisoner. .............................................................................. www.volare.net/ophelia I hear music at midnight vs. 3.0 Pandora's Box ............................................................................. "I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." +Van Gogh+ ............................................................................ ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2000 22:21:10 EDT From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: 02 The wind whispers, biting the back of my neck. The sun shines, eating me bit by bit. The ocean roars, restoring my peace. The rain falls, whispering sweet love words upon my skin. It takes me prisoner. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2000 22:22:15 EDT From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: 02 (first 02 a mess up...) She sits quietly surrounded by loud noise. The noise moves and swarms around in a great cloud of frenzy. Her own silence is far too loud. She gazes around with her heart falling to her feet. She does not care anymore. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2000 22:24:56 EDT From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: 03 Spreads and Stirs It spreads and stirs, cries and moans. Heat spreads. It eats you alive, it sticks, with sticky sweet honey. It spreads and stirs, cries and moans. Love spreads. Feelings hurl across the bedsheets. Cold feet, warm kisses. It spreads and stirs, cries and moans. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2000 22:27:51 EDT From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: 04 Dead Flowers Dead flowers and broken hearts become one in this great moment. Tears and blood combine no one knowing any better. Broken spines of books and love are now one. No one cares, no one moves, it all stays the same. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #322 **********************************