From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V4 #77 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, June 3 2001 Volume 04 : Number 077 * 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: A word from samara [chic-a-cherry-cola ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 01 Jun 2001 23:47:48 -0700 From: chic-a-cherry-cola Subject: ET: A word from samara BESIDES the fact that something else really sucks about my luvy life... Here is a PO-EM. For those of you who remember me from the days when this list first began. __ you walk around wearing indifference the sheets that you press against your eyes so you don't have to see anyone else-- console you so you walk right through the door as if you were some version of jesus. And you know you think you are but You're nowhere near it except in your complex. you, the animated actress who everybody will do backflips to beethoven for, you stalk through the sidewalks sashaying your sultry walk with a loud air of confidence and billowing laughter that crowds every free molecule of the air-- your dark eyes, you're always feeling playful and you know that you're something so you act like you amount to more-- clicking your shoes and acting like a supermodel- and dark hair like madonnas before she bleached it blonde again, you are the madonna with daggers and you stagger your wit along the strings of your red electric guitar that you carry like a hand-carved sword strapped to your arms while you screech out perfectly tuned ballads about talent-stricken punks who have the same coffee-shop bounce-woman mentality-- you the i-am-going-to-succeed because you think you can do nothing but that-- are the best of the best when you choose to have those few who like you on your inside circle-- and those that want to be like you you only shrivel when you walk by them not even glancing only perchance you are laughing like the awesome-nature you pretend to possess and the snobbery you keep tucked between your breasts you knock anyone like flies while you throw swift talk about with your eyes, and they love to feel that carefree nature that you assume while you surround yourself supposedly effortlessly with beautiful boys who are so infiltrated and girls who blend into thrift-store t-shirts and display that bliss of freedom like a jimi hendrix record-- you, the epitomy of thinking that you are that deep into being that pure-- you are not so wonderful as you break in, you don't show through you are merely a-verage, but you beam some sort of ultra-uniqueness that powers itself through the rays of alterna-culture that is alternative to the alternativism that rocks the nation in leaps of trend-waves-- you represent the shallow end of what they think is the revival of a blended sense of shifted difference-- you are not so different except that you again are indifferent and you stalk as you walk and you portray some sense of beauty while you flick everybody off you and seek out some new version to be the hunt actress who i know is not all that and you think you are all that but you are just abnormally normal in a clouded sense of the word as you snub and you spite and you play the part of shining. ___ Sam(ara) ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V4 #77 *********************************