From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V4 #19 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 Sunday, February 4 2001 Volume 04 : Number 019 * 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: Something random(-ish) [chic-a-cherry-cola ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 02 Feb 2001 23:56:16 -0800 From: chic-a-cherry-cola Subject: ET: Something random(-ish) i slathered my wrists in steel and red you slather your hair with dye and letters so she spreads herself sullen upon a rock and he casts himself upon the sea in this checkered sand all the waves are raining down now in night sun beams all the stars fade the sky blue and you... are still painting on train tracks with cameras, and i am still curling with bracelets and fuzzies she's bending my hair and i wrap myself in terrycloth and light candles and hang them from my window so that the light flickers and plays off the suncatchers and you remain in trees and collars and i know i am somewhere waiting for you to find me - ---- hands want to encircle me but i am not made up of only giving i am picked up and thrown over someone's shoulder and laughing in squeeze-me shirts i hipshake dance all over the parking lot illuminated in streetlamps and her breath blew in steam and the smoke blew in clouds and she held her camera, eyes tell everything, she says to me so i guess mine must then, tell everything and capture it in a lense-- would that be so easy then, not having said a word. see all that pangs unnoticed, and all that shines unseen. you can read into my self, where not even i can reach, see me as i really am, conflicted in such simplicity. so many hands reach to grab me, but i pull away for some alternate idea. her hands slap fire her words wrestle with the air, she says maybe someday you'll stop and see that they're destiny? well what if it's not, i'm full of what if it's not's, after springtime with oranges and blossoms and coffee and green canopies, such beauty did not stop me from destroying it when his mouth told me more than i wanted him to say. i could not, would not-- being so torn and twisted, make them torn and twisted while they're tearing and twisting me with their hands, with their eyes, should i be a nun then-- hide my body away but i would still be there screaming tye-dye colors out so what's the use, nothing can hide me, funny how just my bare skin hides me away so i am. they all want sex-- i say they all just want sex-- so i take her hands and i dance and she dances and we hipshake lipshrug dance all over the parking lot illuminated by streetlights trashcans casting shadows and all their hands want to entangle me while i am only wrapped up in dreams, we are swirling in blurs our fingers locked together as we spin, i am too longing to let go and too far to take their Hold - -- samara ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V4 #19 *********************************