From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V4 #119 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, December 25 2001 Volume 04 : Number 119 * 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: Blurry [Alex Bands Dream Girl ] ET: no so much like xmas poetry ["another stupid kid" Subject: ET: Blurry great...just dandy the whole world is having a love affair and i have nothing menta just got a ring with will they arent in junoirs in high school even though it isnt the world i feel like it is nicole has zac nickole had jay anytime anyplace menta throws problems at me and my automatic responce is so cares about them they shold be your friend even if you arent there 24/7 18 and having a hellish senoir year i weight a lot more then i look i have a thing with lead singers with kids probably because sometimes i want a child...so i know that at one point of my fucked up life someone loved me enough to make love to me to make me a child AAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH I cant stand nights like this my life seems pointless everything about my damn life seems wrong and anger and sadness is all i feel i can pinpoint every flaw in my body easily and nothing seems worth living for days like this i wish my muse was dead or never met him he has too much of an effect on my life i hate it bastard and my crushes will only be that crushes because i mean hell crushes are called crushes because they crush you in the end ===== I loved him so much and talked aout him so much and thought about him so much. It was like he lived inside of me. Like he had taken possesion of my soul or something. And then one day, I got over him...It was as if Jordan Catalono had been surgeryicly removed from my heart...and I loved it. Send your FREE holiday greetings online! http://greetings.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 24 Dec 2001 20:25:12 -0500 From: "another stupid kid" Subject: ET: no so much like xmas poetry humming myself to sleepwith the same old songssleepin in tents under the treethat holds the most snowthe streets arent safe nowstay in your houses itsgetting brutal with allthis war thats going on inmy bodycould you help me now?no i forgot howself absorbed people can be(how much you always hurt me)dont undo what youve done becauseitll never go away(i packed it in my ornage suitcaseand put it in the trunk of the car) this isnt my place to be herelet me hand it over to youjust let me take a few more looks aroundlet something touch my skinjust a few more timesyou cant undo the things you didcant undo what you didnt do dont go along with the crowd with goodintentions you are what YOU make yourselfoh look there i gobeing nothing agian, i dont know howto make myself stand up and sing outagainst everything that youdid wrong to me can i run away and live in a dump better than this place?have the rummage and people i dont knowbecome my best friends (i packed the myself in that orange suitcasei start the car, i lefti wont be back tonightlook for me in the morning) ---- SANTA BABY on the night of the day beforethe big day with all theho ho hoswhores running around withnothing covering their bodies becaysethey wantsanta to "bring them something good"baby youre gonna get sick and dieyoure gonna end up in the gutterbefore the rest of us do i know that im not doin this the right waybut it cant be any worse than youim just another girl trying to faceanother dayi dont care if you get what you wan tthis yearbecause ive already ruined myselfand those people who were suposed to help hold me upmade me fall hard intothe snow filled sidewalksleft me there to freeze you know baby, sant isnt that reliableand what you want the most from himmay be your worst nightmare when you say"no" and he continues anyways you sure you dont want to take my coat?i have another at home ---- get away from all of melet every single piece lay therein front of your facei want to touch them alltell you the memories t hati used to carry around ---- you spark a fire in my brain withthe rest of the girls and boysdrinking their lattes and mochasi never was one for coffee idjust like to sit here for hours would you still want me if i changed?if i finally could play guitar would youcome listen to me strum and sing myheart out?or would you just rather forget that ihad a voice at all? honey im still sitting here rememberingwatching the videos, looking at the picturesand would you like to do this right this tim ei just need a little push a little shovea little i love you tonight i wanna stay here if thats okatjust lay in bed and dream with my eyes openwait for the sum to rise and then not capturethe colors of it with film(just with the memories and look in your eyes) - ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. 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