From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V4 #96 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 Wednesday, August 8 2001 Volume 04 : Number 096 * 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: ???Nashville anyone??? [Tudegirl08@aol.com] ET: i dont know right now, i already failed and fell [DrkShadws85@aol.com] ET: fooled [Katherine Alexandra ] ET: So much fun(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 7 Aug 2001 04:38:50 EDT From: Tudegirl08@aol.com Subject: ET: ???Nashville anyone??? Isn't anyone gonna break it down for us? How was Nashville guys? I live in California so I couldn't go, however, I am going in a couple of weeks to see Jewel in San Diego. Anyway I want details!!! Shelley ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 7 Aug 2001 18:09:03 EDT From: DrkShadws85@aol.com Subject: ET: i dont know right now, i already failed and fell Drip Drop Down the hole Here I am Another life forgotten Another life wasted Waiting by the window for Your promises to come by Pick me up and come True Like all the other lies I experienced Like all the stories I told to myself Before I drifted off to sleep Tick Tock Tick Time is against me so I stopped Sleeping like I should Waiting up talking to the moon so I could convince something to love me Wishes don't always come true Ding Dong No one is home up here we are all out Come back later and see if I have the will To get out of the chair and answer the door We don't live in all the silent ways that we should You hurt me and then I hurt myself more The whole world was ending before I could pick myself up High enough to smile and tell you all my secrets That I've held for years and you didn't remember The times on the playground Or what I used to be proud of that the pictures captured I just can't remember who I want to be and I remember one thing That I love you like there is no tomorrow and here today isn't enough To last me a lifetime ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 7 Aug 2001 20:28:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Katherine Alexandra Subject: ET: fooled fooled. here i am, a week later, still trying to contemplate how things went wrong. i still want to change the history. sometimes i wish that i had said yes. this is a secret that i keep close to myself, out of fear of people raising eyebrows and asking why. but sometimes i wonder what would have happened if i hadn't of put up a fight, if i didn't scream out no, if those tears didn't roll down. if i knew how to control myself and accept a man for what he is. if i had put myself together and pulled myself into him, perhaps i would look back, after a week, and think of it as a good experiance, as a one night stand, as something that happened. but instead i faught and i made matters worse. i made him scream at me afterwords while i rolled myself up into a ball, in hopes that i would dissapear. (this is where people ask, why didn't you leave? why did you listen?) i stayed on his bed, while he ripped me apart, analyzing our dinner conversation and telling me of all the little things i did at dinner (using my fork as a knife) that had insulted him and angered him. i listened. sometimes i wonder if he would have told me that i was smart, beautiful, witty, if i had allowed him to cum. i wonder if i could have left his house, feeling like a whore, but holding some esteem in my bones, instead crawling out with bruised arms and a broken ego. he told me, while pressing me down on his bed, that he loved me. he said this repeatedly while i screamed for help. he asked me how i felt. what do you tell your rapist after they pronounce their love for you? how do you tell a man what he wants to hear, when you cannot utter those words. i told him that i cared about him. and i do. i have a burning desire to know what made him so angry. why he hate women so much, why he speaks down on me because of my education and my future plans. i wonder where all the bitterness came from, all of the anger, and why i was picked out of the many to be the one that he directs his hatred towards. Make international calls for as low as $.04/minute with Yahoo! Messenger http://phonecard.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 07 Aug 2001 23:36:42 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: So much fun(poem) Hello everyone, I was thinking of some stuff today while listening to music and wrote this poem...I was actually writing it about the cat as inspiration but it's not about the cat really LOL :) Partly I wrote it about someone else but there were parts I switched away from it. Take care and I'll talk to you all soon. If you don't want my poems..just say so nicely. ~Seth =================================== So much fun by Seth D. Fulmer 8-7-01 I think of the trip and I dream of the journey You and me in a car no sleep and a bottle of Bailey's A McDonalds is just across the hill Let's stop and get some breakfast A song is on the radio dear Let's sing it at the top of our lungs A million stops to Vegas we are now a hundred thousand less than yesterday So much fun we've had for a lifetime why does tomorrow have to come now You are so special to me now Your hair glistening in the sunlight The song changes all of a sudden to the one to which we fell in love Angellic water droplets hit the car then you and I lick them slowly off the windshield Coming to the center, we kiss and the world becomes one big shining ball of happiness Oh what a fantastic day this is today and how you really care about my life Too bad this is just a big dream except if it is a dream, I hope I never wake up ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V4 #96 *********************************