From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #364 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, October 28 2000 Volume 03 : Number 364 * 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: he knows just what to say [Tudegirl08@aol.com] ET: Maybe ["John" ] ET: The Person I Once Was ["John" ] ET: (no subject) [DrkShadws85@aol.com] ET: Not Forgotten ["John" ] ET: silly crap {en guarde, cliche! Ya, burro!} [Nondescript ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 01:40:35 EDT From: Tudegirl08@aol.com Subject: ET: he knows just what to say I always wondered how things would be if this friendship would ever amount to anything I promised myself once that If I ever fell in love I would remember the happy times and that'd be enough But somehow when I think of you and of course how we were I remember fighting and crying It's all such a blur We were so connected inseparable at the hip you held my hand, you it let go and into my soul, you did slip I needed you near me to remind me to smile I felt there was no other way I would have driven the extra mile But I grew tired rather of running out of breath I chased you for a year and never found your depth Now all I have is an occasional call a letter of some kind simple words written so cold you could feel if you were blind So thank you, for thinking of me I grow each time my cells fight you off you ignite a flame inside me and my heart blows it out ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 17:01:05 -0700 From: "John" Subject: ET: Maybe Maybe Promises were there fear and hope knowing its wrong incompatible from the start the foretold story Its addictive hazy all round feeling its working but knowing the end is near making plans for a future never to be details on paper destined for the trash can reality coming home now just a place somewhere I have been soon to be forgotten ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 17:10:51 -0700 From: "John" Subject: ET: The Person I Once Was The Person I Once Was Time sweeping through my veins yesterday gone but not forgotten people and place have changed them or me, not sure who Secrets of my heart stolen or mislaid everyone seems so sad darkness all around Happy days lost and gone photos and memories relics from my past shining against the darkness of my present ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 17:08:26 EDT From: DrkShadws85@aol.com Subject: ET: (no subject) i sit here keeping it hidden stumbling my way around eyes opened from a longer journey waiting to sleep slipping falling waiting for IT to happen wanting to slip up again so i can leave you and all the memories ?????????????????????????????? thank you for your time while you gave it to me its time you gave me u but it was really the other way because i wasnt wanted i look in the mirror knowing scars are my friends that NEVER go away at least one thing is forever ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2000 01:00:46 -0700 From: "John" Subject: ET: Not Forgotten Not Forgotten A patchwork of memories fills my heart of the people whom I loved and lost as the years become woven together Granddad leaving for work in the evening a news paper man printing tomorrow's news tonight as grandma sits doing her needlework My mother working at the Christmas card factory to provide for us our lack of money invisible to me through the haze of childhood though her pain was there for all to see Death striking granddad down, too young to understand but old enough to fell the sadness Watching the tv with great grandma as she tells me memories of her life as we dig into the chocolates her life in its last days as she recalls memories of her own mothers death, of reaching out for her at the last ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 22:50:58 -0400 From: Nondescript Subject: ET: silly crap {en guarde, cliche! Ya, burro!} taco bell psycho smell put your shoe back on - --- pumpkin pie toothless eye who ate my apple fritter? - --- rabbit rabbit on my shoe don't know what to do i wet my bed. - --- little man, little man waving a chinese fan pear-shaped buddha on his shoulder whispers. - --- lint in my nostril what bites my toe? grow, Chia, grow. - --- commie under my bed loves his paper to be red so i kill him instead he go boom, now dead. - --- ya, mule, run to the cliff. i'd bury you three feet stiff with my sock named biff but you'd make him smell riff and I'd hate to get a whiff. - --- snail so pretty like row of nails want his spiders to have tails his spine is his best friend - -Annie ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 20:00:45 -0700 (PDT) From: shell Subject: ET: another powem Dear Yall, just another powem. I am the ground on which you stand, I am the air you can't help but breathe. I am the night that passes, sun that rises, shines in your eyes so you can't see I am the only one of which you can think, stars you stare at when you can't sleep. and though you think that you control me, your secrets, i'll no longer keep. I will haunt you in the night I will make you scream and beg as long as I am walking on earth your death will hang over your head. I'll find you when you least expect it, you are no one i care to forgive. What you did was inexcusable, and for that, you will not live. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ please comment, yall, i care Courtney _______________________________________________________ Say Bye to Slow Internet! http://www.home.com/xinbox/signup.html ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #364 **********************************