From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #361 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 Wednesday, October 25 2000 Volume 03 : Number 361 * 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: life wouldnt be spontaneous if it were predictable [Tudegirl08@aol.co] ET: Daydream spells(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: The Wound(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: any EDA's in Germany??? ["Alexander Rühl" ] ET: holiness [Kara Garbe ] ET: did i ever show this?? [DrkShadws85@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2000 02:07:35 EDT From: Tudegirl08@aol.com Subject: ET: life wouldnt be spontaneous if it were predictable I'm obsessed with the way his body clung to my side for an hour or so felt like all night as the liquid seeped through my veins I lost control and myself in the scent of his smile his persuading pull We were through before we began one last splintering kiss he walked away leaving me unable to stand drawing me into the black and white distance a blur or misfortunate event it felt like a dream I didn't even know his last name how did I create such a scene let's erase last night re-introduce ourselves hello I'm delicate, so don't brake me rather then hey, use my body as a plate and taste me I don't know who that girl was it wasn't me at all I took the apple just like Eve please forgive me I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2000 09:40:12 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Daydream spells(poem) Hey all, Ish ME again :) yup..just lil' ol' moi! I just wrote this little diddy this morning...I hope you all enjoy it but if not, it's fine as well. Ask questions if ya wanna know :) If you don't wanna receive my poetry, let me know and that's cool too..I'll just remove ya then. Take cares and I hope you all have the most Excellent Day!! :o) -Seth ================================================================ Daydream spells by Seth D. Fulmer 10-24-00 Angels and Saints and Fiery demons I bring upon myself the power of the sea to calm my emotion, to take away the fire and make myself mortal again just like my companion In heaven they feel the power, the love divine The respect, and pure caring that I feel deep within Whenever I run out, it comes right back full force I love to just feel it, all the time day and night I could cast down armies from hell with it I could put out the sun and the moon I'd make kingdoms and empires bow before me But that would be wrong so I just sit on it But then I bring in rationality to me The mind force comes back to focus I don't feel like under a love spell more but much better and like in a large choir singing the joys of servitude to heaven ringing in bells of freedom to all The energy inherent gives happiness to all Oh Hallelulah give praise to the princess But the power has left me now It's down to a level manageable I walk down the isle to classes and find myself thinking sane again Of course I walk in the center of the hallway With people walking around me either way I'm king of the world; I can't be beaten Forever will I never lose my ecstasy ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2000 10:37:23 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: The Wound(poem) Hey all, It's me again...Just to let you know..when I say to let me know if you don't want to receive my poems, BE NICE! No need to be rude and insult me. This poem is about Stephany and Believe me I am soooooooo mad. Nobody wounds me without me getting revenge in one way or another, and although she's not receiving it, may whatever god she believes in have mercy upon her soul. I am taking suggestions from this moment on and right now my ethics are in question so please give suggestions before they return...and Mandy and Amanda..neither of you can say "I told you so" either :P Everyone please have a nice day. I'm sorry for bothering you with this matter. -Seth ==================================================================== The Wound by Seth D. Fulmer 10-24-00 The wound is great It can not heal The great bitch from beyond has attacked my insides She dragged her large nails and made my heart bleed I attacked with my talons and turned her into rat feed What kind of demonic beast can hurt me like this though She must be something hellish for the wound will not close I need a sweet surgeon someone to sew me up I bring forth a little needle and try to close myself up The blood just splashes forth The acid comes out rapidly I send out a bolt of hatred She lashes it back at me I'm dieing here, bleeding Please help me kind savior You pass by me, why's that? Oh you're her, I see why You can not help another person You can not be a friend Well in that case, be nice and just tell me to my face You lie, little weasel bitch Just tell me you don't like me But now I have this gaping wound because you lead me to believe that friendship was a good alternative but when enemies is what you wanted ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2000 17:17:18 CEST From: "Alexander Rühl" Subject: ET: any EDA's in Germany??? Hi you guys! I was just wondering if there are any EDA's from Germany on the list, 'cause i really feel like i'm the only one around... Alex _________________________________________________________________________ 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: Tue, 24 Oct 2000 17:45:27 -0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) From: Kara Garbe Subject: ET: holiness you know guys, i think the amount of pain collected between all the people on this list is horribly... tragic. a lot of you bring back memories of myself in high school, suffering unbelievably for something or nothing at all, alone and empty and feeling like i'd never find something to complete me, because i couldn't even identify the pain, much less figure out how to treat it. but... now i'm 21, and pain is still there sometimes, but manageable, too. there's strength out there, in yourselves, you just have to find out how to identify it. to find some kind of solid anchor for yourself... it's possible. okay, now a sort of prose poem thing.... happy now, tara? :) hey, and where are my other old people-- kat, ben, caroline, naomi, james.... i miss hearing from you people. and sam & roya, i hope you guys aren't bleeding all over your computer screens as much as you used to... strength to everyone. Holiness in India The only graffiti on the walls is in praise of the divine, reminders to worship. People here know how to treat each other. They walk barefoot for miles across rock-covered pathways to get closer to heaven. I imagine my own path to heaven, a meandering trail through forest and mountain, bridges washed out or never erected to begin with. People there know how to forget. They stop for a lunch break and lose themselves in their bottles, drinking so deeply they get lost in the empty containers. Genies who will not be recalled, and the bridge's pillars are left untopped by bridge. Bay area residents mortgaged their houses to pay for the Golden Gate. Where is my community? Rocky pathways and bare feet, shoes that wore out years ago. I walked hard and ripped through the soles. I imagine my own path to heaven. It is a shipwreck but salvageable. It is a month at sea with no fruit. It is a leap across this canyon, topped with pillars of light that could support no bridge even if the genies left their bottles and returned with hammer and nail and tooth. Not enough wood could be found to span this distance; the genie imagery is just an excuse. A fanciful flight to make up for my own incompetence. I admit it. I set down my hammer long ago as my faith dissolved. What more could I do? Keep pushing through board with make-believe nails? No. Faith is for the weak. Faith is for those who cannot believe in themselves. I believe that - then why am I standing at the edge of this cliff, waiting? The leap to be made must be my own. I imagine my own path to heaven. It is smooth and continuous and lined with hot coals. But I have been walking barefoot on sharp rock for years now. I have cultivated thick soles, and I am not afraid to use them. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2000 18:39:51 EDT From: DrkShadws85@aol.com Subject: ET: did i ever show this?? - --rainy thursday-- ive been standing out in the rain and i cant remember how cold it was i adored the fact you couldnt see how bloddshot and red my eyes were from crying over another fact that should easily be forgotten but isnt. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #361 **********************************