From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #399 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, December 9 2000 Volume 03 : Number 399 * 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: short and simple ... oh well [BRONCOBAND@aol.com] ET: seth, censorship&this list [shiverflicka ] ET: ~transfering emotional limbs~ [shiverflicka ] ET: The Choice ["John Turner" ] ET: ~in memorium~ [shiverflicka ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 8 Dec 2000 00:00:01 EST From: BRONCOBAND@aol.com Subject: ET: short and simple ... oh well Find the numbness within our hollow cavity of nothingness thrown to the wind. Superficial conversation blown away with an air of censorship and a breeze of useful weather-talk. When will the rain cleanse us of our fears? Thanks for reading! You are all such wonderfully creative people! Keep sending your thoughts :). Laura ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 8 Dec 2000 02:01:12 -0800 (PST) From: shiverflicka Subject: ET: seth, censorship&this list hey angels! :) how is everyone (who's left)? i've been inactive on this list for about a month now because i've moved across the pond to the land of shamrocks and shenanigans, and i've missed you all (well, most of you. ;) looks like we're gettin into some personality clashes again. seth, why are you always involved?? ;) just joking! seriously, i have to agree with kevin once again (surprise, surprise) in that just b/c you don't print out someone's work and stick it on the wall, it's no reason to say they can't send it out. why else does the list exist? if it helps seth to write, then he should do it. and it's not like i've always felt this way. i too have been guilty (a while back) of getting into rows with him and in a fit of fury taking him up on his "if you don't to receive my poems.." offer, but that was childish reactionary behaviour on my part, and i like to think i've learned from it. by the way, poetry is never spam. even if you don't deem it plath-worthy, it means something to someone and should hardly be treated like a fwd. just my 2p. Subject: ET: ~transfering emotional limbs~ +dinner instead of drinks+ the conversation at the table of our relationship i remember like two strangers who shared a three-legged chair straddling awkward silence both of us still amongst the clatter of forks eating each other's red meat first forsaking all vegetables only taking up half the space it takes to give a compliment we just didn't know it (then) that we didn't mean it (past dessert) +swan school+ good-looking girl/convinced of it/ being true/every time/she glances/ your way/and sizes you/up/your worth/ goes down/plummeting like/an esteem/ elevator/where foundation/isn't necessarily/ the ground/must exfoliate/later/laughs the/ pretty alligator/her brain negated/by skin/ her spirit/stagnant/because of/beauty + if my psyche equates my first lover with a lost limb then you are definitely my most favourite wooden leg pegged to my hip by my own hand i walked around inside twelve calenders convinced i couldn't stand without your artificial interest i began to walk without a limp finally staggering onto even land + unpronounceable endearments whispered across the page rendering all the pitchforks in my heart numb comatose with caring completely caught up in the comfort of your tears mine not only have each other now but yours as well reclaiming insecurity to rejoice in the solidarity of mutual vulnerability close as the letters will allow + rain the backdrop as i struggle to pin down thoughts morpheus hasn't caught but it's not for want of a pen that i don't record the onslaught it's laziness in the presence of the muse that morning never forgives + Yahoo! 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FREE MSN Explorer download : http://explorer.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 8 Dec 2000 07:21:33 -0800 (PST) From: shiverflicka Subject: ET: ~in memorium~ forgive the barrage. feedback would be loved. ~t +jodie+ this is a trivializing of your life written on the gravestone that is poetry this is also a stranger seeking understanding a second-hand but heart-felt eulogy for a 26-year-old girl i heard you preferred the hospital to the world that destroyed all your catastrophic coping mechanisms swallowing whole spoons like psycho-babble baby food fixated on foreign objects you learned what childhood was by watching it on television eating batteries instead of cookies so the emotional acid would have a long-lasting companion after you were gone the hole in your stomach something festering they could actually see and touch making real the suffering underneath the bandage you constantly picked at the melancholia within always contemplating a way out of the failed frontal lobe through the most common boderline-sin pleading for some smuggled vodka and a rope to do the pain in you only ever smiled when they asked about your crush on michael bolton but then even music wasn't enough to hold on to inside the mind-silence you could only hear yourself in every pill you ate came flushing right back out of the wound in your bowel-less belly the solar plexus of your hurt hurtling heavenward the higher up you hung + memory mines i inadvertently step on from time to time camaflouged by moving on and long term lapses of forgetfulness i find the ground with my face scraping sadness away while waiting for the explosion of unwanted recognition my buried hearts all rising up like jesus shooting out of the earth to claim shared experience designated places well-trodden on but never completely gone underground i stumble six-feet deep into longing momentarily maintaining the preciousness the lust for things past experiencing prolonged amnesia because i never seem able to recall what doesn't die but lasts + Yahoo! 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