promised you, you all will get your poetry in here, so just read along. But
first I'd like to get some DEAR PEZORGY out of the way, First one is from my
girlfriend Nikki.
hey!!! i actually got your picture!! it's huge
though...your picture...heehee....
Sure, picture, right......................Well to explain to all SST
readers on why you never recieve my pictures unless you have aol, is just the
simple fact of I do not know on how to send them. I'm no computer whiz, and
when I attach the pictures (as I did last issue), they come out really really
huge, and I'm not sure why. So you will have to deal. Hopefully, soon, you
will be able to view my lovely pictures online. Right now you can re-read
some of my newsletters at www.geocities.com/elizarda/sst.html
Oh, and make sure to thank the biggest SST fan Elizarda for creating such a
page. Note: that web page is great for catching up on old SST, or for those
of you that came aboard mid trip, its great reference material to catch up
on. And as I said, I hope to have pictures on there eventually. Don't forget
to check out Elizarda's theories either.
Hey thanks for sharing the true sentiments and pictures of the holidays. I
couldn't agree more.
There are two sides (or more) to every picture that Madison Ave. puts out for
us to buy and to compare our lives to something so unreal. But we are fed
the pabulum from the time we could see ads in magazines and the tv-babysitter.
No wonder the strain is so harsh. We are pitting reality against idealism.
Now, if I could just reprogram my brain....schmidt
Couldn't have said it better myself. Thanks for making this newsletter
sound classy schmidt. But if you reprogram your brain you will become part of
the matrix again, and Keanu is no more fun than recounting brads a hundred
times. The next letter was labeled "not a poem".
jewish vs canadian.... hmmmmm well id rather be jewish than an anti semtic
bastard. make sure to have plenty of evil and offensive poems for your good
ol brother!!!
Canadian huh? I hope my newsletter never reaches those moose jockey's.
Those syrup loving puckheads. Those Alanis listening leaf blowers. If it's
offensive you're looking for...well..just skip to my poem. Hee hee.
hey i have a question for you ,the whole president thing , wouldn't it be
much easier to spin some old guy around in a room with one side painted blue
and the other red? then wherever he falls is the president? but actually well
only paint a dot of blue on the floor so gore will stop his whinig ?
-- holly
Gore will never stop his whining till his mommy gives him his bottle. But
don't take me the wrong way, I'm no fan of Bush either, in fact, I think that
Gore would have better scandals. Think about it, he is a closet homosexual.
Have you ever seen this guy jog? Or have you listened to him talk? Or how
about that part in his hair? It all screams gay. Now wouldn't that be a great
for a president to come out of the closet? Now lets get into the poems.
DEATH
Death... Is it something to fear or loath?
Death... Is it the final chapter in an un-finished
book?
Death... Is It the beginning of the last, great, and untold adventures of are
life that never ends?
Death... Is it the final judgement upon our souls in which we have no control?
Death... Is it really a portal to life, from death?
Death... Is it real?
Death...
or
Life...
-----Scott-----
~~~REAL~~~
Watercolours to camaflouge
your real feelings
to disguise the pain
you feel inside
Sometimes the colours fade
and I discover a true glimpse
of you
Then you mask
your beautiful self
behind your many coats
of paint
and you are lost to me
once more
--Nikki--
Howie
This is for you, a beautiful present
Because you're so ugly. like a phesent.
i hate you, i wanna see you die
with your limbs chopped off, and a pensil in your eye,
and you'll burn away in hell alone,
the sound off you screaming would make a great tone
i'm really not violent,and evil I'm not
but to see you dead, oh what a thought!!!!
I ask you please
Take a few moments to reflect on the past
And tell me from the bottom of your heart
That you don't want this to last
If you truly can let it all go
And watch the memories all drift away
I know there's nothing I can do
Nothing I can say
You obviously cannot forgive the one
Whose lips you've kissed for the past year
Although she'd do anything for you
For example cry this current tear
Its for you and only you
I'd give my final breath
To save the life of the one that I love
Even if it should cause me death
For you and only you
I'd give up all I own
Just for the chance to save it all...
All the love that I have grown
For you and only you
Could I feel so much pain inside
Because all the feelings I have for you
Shall from this moment be denied
"I'm Sorry" just isn't enough
Although I always accepted it from you
But apparently when I say it
You don't think that it is true
But just remember please
That after all that we've been through
No one on this earth
Will ever make me feel the way you do
YOU made me fall in love with you
Keep that in the back of your mind
The same person who helped me up
Is the same one leaving me behind
Jessica Lynn Orlick
__________________
How many times can I fall unclearly,
The apple tastes more like flesh,
The gears of damned clockworks face me,
Yet even they can not read my breath.
-- franknfurterjr
My Life Without You...
If I had to take my hand from yours,
I would also want to say;
"Please take my breath so that I don't live
Without you, even a day."
There are things I couldn't live without,
Like your caresses or kiss;
But more so, the not-so-obvious,
I would miss much more than this.
Like the way you look me in the eyes
When you kiss me so softly;
And the way you wrap me in your arms,
When my tears won't let me see.
The way you don't accept someone's touch,
Unless it is from my hand;
When I try to explain things I can't,
You're the one who understands.
People say that opposites don't match,
And you and I are a pair;
Everything about us is different,
Yet the love is always there.
If I had to take my hand from yours,
Then I would take my life, too;
I know there is no one in the world,
As perfect for me, as you...
~Jodie Hutchinson (Bean, Pie story writer.)
~~Dedicated to my Michael :)
Alphabet Pretzels
Everyday the bag awaits,
I'm a pretzel pig,
It's an obsession beyond my control,
Quality W, N, R's, + V's,
Somebody please help me
Oh they are so good,
The aggressive crunch calms my cravings,
The tang if the salt tantalizes my taste buds,
Snack time.
--by KR and LM
Generation Ex
Casinogenic crayons doused in rayon,
Al Gore, closet whore,
Sinead O'Conner, nairs her hair,
Suffocates in a bag of air,
Knoe Buddy is somebody nobody knew,
Old Mother Hubbert, murdered in a shoe,
Princess Dyed in a Jewish ryde,
Mr. Jeckle, save her Hyde,
"BUSH" to save eternal days,
Hell, who needs Heaven anyways?
We are horny, we are proud,
We're afraid of midget clowns,
OJ did it, got away,
Poison health food, make us pay,
Micheal Jackson, blacker then white,
Dancing monkey, fight the hype,
Masturbation, play on words,
Dr Shepard, lead our heards,
Seven eleven, vegetable slurppies,
Fucked Virginia, got regional herpies,
Ricky Martin,
"Yup I'm Gay",
Ellen Degenerous,
had something to say,
It's closing time, have another beer,
You don't have to go home, but you can't stay queer.
-- pezorgy
