Date: Tue, 14 May 1996 22:44:04 -0500 (CDT)
From: tango@chic.saglac.qc.ca (Dutil)
To: Smashing Pumpkins List <smashing-pumpkins@cc.UManitoba.CA>
Subject: Re: ...

in memory if Bernadette:
                memories forever lost,
                lost when we began.
                short stemmed life,
                will never blossom.
                they were all fakers and hypocrits,
                intoxicated with the joys of life,
                ignoring all the rest.
                mischief lies everywhere,
                she could not die,
                she was just too scared.
                she was double-crossed by the one above.
                all our madness is now caught in our sadness.
                her tourchered soul roams aimlessly,
                along the roads of privacy.
                the end of a short lived life,
                the begining of a long lived death.
                eternal joy and divine bliss,
                is what is hers, is what's amiss.
                we live today, to await tomorrow.

                by: me, larissa dutil


Date: Wed, 15 May 1996 10:00:52 -0500 (CDT)
From: Eric Young <ericy@ismi.net>
To: Smashing Pumpkins List <smashing-pumpkins@cc.UManitoba.CA>
Subject: disturbed


BURN A DEBT


money for fun you were willing to give
not knowing there was more to pay
the madness of this world won't let you live
no hears a sound of what you say
its closing in.  souls swirl round
stealing every last breath you take
the tragedies beneath the skin abound
inflicted for someone elses sake
Burn a debt you cannot pay
Burn a debt you did not owe
the fun is over,still no one cares
about the fire snuffed out
the warmth is gone, silence is all thats there
so i bid you farewell, Burn a debt.


Date: Wed, 15 May 1996 10:01:34 -0500 (CDT)
From: Amelia4500@aol.com
To: Smashing Pumpkins List <smashing-pumpkins@cc.UManitoba.CA>
Subject: poem for girl at Dublin concert

Free at 17
steal out into the new scene
welcome to the show
now's the time to save your soul

suffocate from minds
synthesised into a beat
that push and shove
to show their love

I wish I could deny
not cry
at how you died
under their feet

---amelia---


Date: Wed, 15 May 1996 23:26:22 -0500 (CDT)
From: aknock@enterprise.net (Alistair Knock)
To: Smashing Pumpkins List <smashing-pumpkins@cc.UManitoba.CA>
Subject: Dublin

For those insensitive assholes in Dublin, ie. An Ode To No-One


Mellon Collie And The Infinite Sadness,
Or just a chance to prove your madness?

Tonight, Tonight, you'll have some fun,
Tonight, Tonight, a fatal one.

Welcome to nowhere fast,
Don't look at the future; look at the past.

She never let on, that she was down?
You just never bothered to look around.

The useless drag of another day,
remember, how she passed away.

Bullet With Butterfly Wings,
She collapses as they sing.

You ask us To Forgive your actions,
But we'll never forget that brutal thrashing.

This message is for anyone who dares to be a fool,
Next time think before you join the pool.

Is that who you wanted to be?
A killer, taking lives for free?

You sing along to Cupid De Locke,
Are you happy, that her heart has stopped?

Too late to turn back now,
The question we want to know, is "how?"

Should we secure you with Muzzle and chain,
Or would our efforts be in vain?

Without a care in this whole world,
And because of you, her body lies cold.

Why oh why, there is no light,
What did you think, "she's alright"?

The place Where Boys Fear To Tread,
Is where the trampled lay their head.

The empty bodies stand at rest,
Did you pass the sanity test?

The earth laughs beneath your heavy feet,
but people scream under the crush and heat.

She may be In The Arms Of Sleep,
I hope that you'll forever weep.

1979, the year she was born.
1996, the year we mourn.

Tales Of A Scorched Earth,
Or nightmares about her tragic death.

Her innocence was treasure; her innocence meant death,
Did you even think, before her one, last, breath?

Jukebox, fuck-up, hanging round the drugstore,
Don't you people care any more?

This is a hell on earth, we are meant to serve,
but you people will never learn.

We only come out at night,
To do what, stand and fight?

Beautiful, she may have been,
Beautiful, was not the scene.

You saw her raise her hand and wave,
So why didn't you try to save?

By Starlight, we miss you,
and promise that we'll solve this "issue".

And so we say, Farewell And Goodnight,
I hope the bed bugs REALLY bite.


Al, 1996.


Date: Wed, 15 May 1996 23:31:55 -0500 (CDT)
From: dreafuct@cmetnet.cmet.net
To: Smashing Pumpkins List <smashing-pumpkins@cc.UManitoba.CA>
Subject: Re: ...


*black/blue resides in pose
her sorry shadow, in soft doze.
forms a wave
in sacred cave... bleeding.
meaning of her meaning? seeing what she's seeing?
*****
over outcasts of repeating crowded colors
dropping beady sapphire necklace.
it spreads chaotically under their walk.
rolling, thrown, kicked, beat, smothered, crushed.
"do you fucking care?" she wept.
her laments drown great oceans,
those which swollowed them whole,
licked their lips and shaked their satisfied little bellies.
*****
in a ring of ruby/gold
we swam to her ultimate sounds.
he raised his hand. an ear was open.
"stop it people!" all ears shut.
tite, far from his carefully glowing torment.
viewing down smacked, trying expressions.
he was also one of them
so he turned away to weep... together...
"good-bye my sweet sweet."*


-drea (me of course)