From: owner-alloy-digest@smoe.org (alloy-digest) To: alloy-digest@smoe.org Subject: alloy-digest V6 #100 Reply-To: alloy@smoe.org Sender: owner-alloy-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-alloy-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk X-To-Unsubscribe: Send mail to "alloy-digest-request@smoe.org" X-To-Unsubscribe: with "unsubscribe" as the body. alloy-digest Sunday, April 22 2001 Volume 06 : Number 100 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Re: Alloy: Question for TMDR [CRACKERS ] Re: Alloy: Question for TMDR [CRACKERS ] Re: Alloy: Question for TMDR ["Robin" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2001 04:46:08 -0400 (EDT) From: CRACKERS Subject: Re: Alloy: Question for TMDR On Thu, 19 Apr 2001, Robin wrote: > There's something I've been wondering (especially while organizing my magazine > collection)... if you had the chance to personally ask Thomas one question, > what would it be? Where can I get pictures of you in drag? ^_^ Seriously what question would I ask... hmmm... I'll have to get back to you on that. Although I wouldn't mind knowing the answer to the drag question. CRACKERS (Bored blond Beverly-hills housewife turned techno-rocker from hell!!!!) ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2001 05:07:48 -0400 (EDT) From: CRACKERS Subject: Re: Alloy: Question for TMDR On Fri, 20 Apr 2001, Robin wrote: > Some of us have had strange dreams about Thomas. I would love to ask if > Thomas has ever had strange dreams about Alloy! > > I think I had better stick with my first question though... I might not want > to know the answer to this one :) Thomas bolts upright in his bed, a thin sheen of cold sweat pastes his dampened transluscent nightshirt to his taut athletic body. His breath leaves his body with a forceful gasp as his eyes shock widely, his mind still playing for him the tortured images of his slumber. Fingers whiten as they claw at the bedsheets and his mouth forms the silent screem of his terror. Beside him his wife stirs and wakens. "What is it Tom?" she asks as she takes his shivering body in her slender arms and brings his head to rest against her nurturing breast. She rocks him gently as a mother would a frightened child, strokes his damp hair and lays softly a kiss upon his sweat dappled brow. Thomas opens his mouth to speak but only a small, fragile gasp escapes his lips. His wife comforts him with gentle coos until he is able to speak. "I dreamt there were these people, from all over the world..." his voice trembled and cracked. "They would meet and talk about me. They were collecting information about me, magazine articles, photographs, interviews. I could feel them. They were consuming me." Thomas held tight his wife's arms in his shaking hands. His strong grip hurt her delicate limbs but she did not betray her pain. Her concern focused on the shattered shell of her poor tramatized husband. He swallowed hard. His mouth felt dry and full of cotton. "They wanted me to perform again. They wanted me to record again. They wanted me to tour again. Nothing I did was enough for them they wanted more, more, more." he continued. "Finally I confronted them. All of them, together at once. Finally I would put an end to it all and have my peace. But... but..." His body shook as he struggled to hold back the tears. His wife held him strongly and calmed him with soothing noises. "It's okay dear," she said. "It was just a dream, you can tell me. There's nothing to be afraid of. There's nothing that can hurt you. Tell me, what did you do next?" Thomas's face controted as he attempted to let free the words that were trapped inside his sould. The broke free like a great cloudburst, gushing from his body with an unstoppable fury. "I..." he stammered, "I... I bounced around the room going 'woohoo, woohoo, woohoo' like Daffy Duck." He sobbed loud and hard, laid bare by his confession. She stroked her husband's hair and continued to rock him gently while breathing the soft whisper in his ear, "It's alright baby. Everything will be alright." CRACKERS (Nightmares from hell!!!!!!!!) ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2001 11:48:16 -0400 From: "Robin" Subject: Re: Alloy: Question for TMDR Crackers, it's just like something from a Dario Argento film. Yes, I think we're *definitely* better off not knowing the answer to this quesiton! xxxxx Robin T ------------------------------ End of alloy-digest V6 #100 ***************************