From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V4 #37 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 Thursday, March 15 2001 Volume 04 : Number 037 * 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: ...and I watch you, waiting. [chic-a-cherry-cola ] ET: hallo [Jamieangel1@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2001 21:36:07 -0800 From: chic-a-cherry-cola Subject: ET: ...and I watch you, waiting. you lift me out of my body... and i watch you, waiting. i cannot see your eyes, they have retreated into shadows. the dips in your back fall sharply into caverns of blackness as they carve curves that move in and out like rivers and jagged rocks. your smooth hands can encompass my whole face. and if you let yourself, your lips can speak wordlessly through me. in the crimson droplets of my entire history, your motions feel me like the waves no one controls. and the second of a drop of wine hovering on the edge of your lips i capture in a shutter speed, seconds before you can lick it away. that is what i love to see-- with words i cannot express. a soul exposed in the passing of a moment, flashed upon the canvas of my fingertips, reflecting through my eyes-- revealed purely, briefly, in such perfect, tiny details. they tell me i cannot possibly love you, but they don't know the language of my mind, such a mixture of pretenses recording in hollows that wait inside of me. they tell me i am the conniving one, but they don't know the language of pain, they don't know how it feels to be desperately longing. i walked outside of the world today, and wondered why i felt so empty. i wish i could spill myself into your eyes, so that in actions you are touching *me* and not just touching me. i would love to sense your eyes pulsing into me when all i can see are the shadows. - --- samara ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2001 21:46:13 -0800 From: chic-a-cherry-cola Subject: ET: Unapproved unapproved unapproved, i am, she is-- her lipstick matches her socks. we climb up strands of hair that chew their way into our eyes-- and do the unspoken, the shocking, the cavaleen. i run through space, and dance without your having told me i could-- 'you are not the dancer build anyway', you say to me. i try too hard he says, i laugh too much he says, so you try to harden me, and you laugh to crush me. so i stain things and splash you without your approval-- i pose nude and drink strawberries without you knowing why. she glues her eyelashes to the tip of her eyebrows-- you glare at me as i walk past you, serene and unapproved. - -- samara ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2001 13:14:37 EST From: Jamieangel1@aol.com Subject: ET: hallo I love you, Sam. I sure miss this list. I've been on it forever, haven't left lately, I just never write. How is everyone doing? I love Jon, as well. I'm going to see him in less than a month...driving more than a day for him...road trips rock. (Hey Jon, so, spur of the moment, my mom moved to Oklahoma this weekend, which is actually very very cool considering it's not much out of the way to Sante Fe at all! Yipppppeeeeeeee!) Write to the list guys. I'd send some poetry or something, but I don't write much anymore. I did write a new song recently (meaning about 2 weeks ago), but I gotta run to school so I don't have time to type it. Love, Jamie ~I don't wanna cause you any pain, I just wanna love you. I don't wanna fuck up anything, I just wanna love you. I know you think I'm kinda strange, I just wanna love you, I just wanna love you, I just wanna love you...wouldn't you like to be with me watching the snow come down?~ Lori Carson ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V4 #37 *********************************