From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V4 #72 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 Tuesday, May 22 2001 Volume 04 : Number 072 * 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: Haiku ["Brown" ] ET: Cracking the code... ["Brown" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 21 May 2001 02:36:02 -0500 From: "Brown" Subject: ET: Haiku It's been raining for days God's program keeps skipping ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 21 May 2001 02:35:39 -0500 From: "Brown" Subject: ET: Cracking the code... Life is fucking crazy. Insane. anatomy... darkness... flesh... blood of darkened red... Space and sky. Expansion eternal, internal spread black; lies, care. Run far away within yourself... make sense of it all. Loosing you're lost... I'm lost. Are we found? Found what? Was it really a find, or someone's discarded penny? The past is such a sad place to go... it not mattering whether the memory is sad or beautiful... best of memories are only gone, lost from existence... they are still there. The negatives for our experiences stay in our experience... in our psychic photo lab. A cluttered room scattered with unsent letters... half developed photos fading from the elements. At the developing table, a stool waits for the child to cry. The best memories are the most sad... a hollow feeling in the lack of meaning in understanding... a bamboo straw sucking souls. Bygone joys; eras of ernest belief in lies or confusion... all is confusion, all is relative. when there is no sense to be made, there is nothing... "Vapidity", Kooter Johnson might say. The void gains ground as ground is layed. This is the downfall of realities questions, of understanding inherently the face of nature. being the chaos... where is my mind... ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V4 #72 *********************************