March 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: Beans Does Divine
by Mick Cooke 26 Mar '02

26 Mar '02

Chris "Beans" Geddes makes a special guest DJ appearance at legendary Glasgow nitespot DIVINE this Saturday 30th March (Glasgow School of Art, 168 Renfrew Street 11pm til late, 5 pounds entry). Expect northern soul, deep funk, classic sixties and rocksteady reggae from the top drawer - in a word "unmissable"! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Eighth Wonder
by P F 26 Mar '02

26 Mar '02

The trains in to London on a Saturday night are no carnival machines. Dark platforms, loudly ticking clocks and orange numbers: sparse aisles of dirty, empty seats littered with tattered right-wing pages, sprinkled with people leaving youth behind, stretching down the arrow of redundant light. Perhaps the true kids and party people are in town hours earlier, shopping, drinking all through the breezy afternoon, spilling from football grounds and surfacing in the centre at six. I walk into the past, down Endell Street (I saw David A. Stewart on a roof on TV the other day: he lives in the toad hospital): to the bar where no-one has heard of us. Underground: the Kaiser with his lollies, Capybara with her panda eyes (that can�t be right), Starry with her head ticking through grate JOkeZoR about sweetZoR. My editor is the 5-minute DJ, playing TV themes. I give him a home-made record. Bronze harmonies bounce off a low ceiling. It�s all in the production, la. We drink beer from a dumb waiter. The radio plays cowboy songs so stupidly. We all watch the flowers fall, she wears them and we all dream. I tell my editor my fish-finger story. It lacks punch. I don�t think he wants to publish it. � They are just Bowie followers, he opines. The Cure without the success. We stand against another wall and tear the posters down, talking about the great Chauss�e. She is not fully realized, I protest: we�re given too scant reason to go with the narrator�s adoration. - Well, says my editor � there are a couple of pages. Campbell plays grinding rhythm & blues. Thank goodness! We try to sing along, but some of those verses have always been obscure. It is, though, their �Bigmouth Strikes Again� � that much is clear. Captain Marvel is asleep: it�s 10pm after all. But the Cabbage is here, down in the earth. This is the point: the nub. We gather round him and his contact machine: Professor Paulo, others and I, to hear about tomorrow�s match. It�s more than a rumour. Yes, I shall be there, I say, though we seem to be preparing with the Sheringham method. Jonnie #5 � he sounds, come to think of it, like a character from the Boss - for time #1, a Tim Sherwood of the disco floor. He escapes injury for one night only. He thinks of our peaks against Fulham and Chelsea, our troughs. He knows what he�s on about. I tell the Kaiser that if he wants to be Tarrico tomorrow, I want to flog him. My editor gets the Cabbage to slip �Like A Daydream� from its yellow sheath. It hisses into pure action while I�m still waiting for a drink to come from the waiter, the butler. This is as good as the disco gets. It takes a lolly to dance to it. �The Model�: it�s like �The Royal Tennenbaums�. Cazza plays a platter about Maggie Thatcher. I look at the lyrics on the sleeve: they�re not as poor as they could have been. I suppose the idea is to be topical. The rest is silence. Outside they turn the match into a picnic. Make a picnic of it. The purists are suspicious. But it sounds apt. I wait with my editor at the bus stop. We talk about the flowers and the radio. � They are just Bowie copyists, he explains. The Cure without the French. Who is more important, he asks � Bowie or McCartney? We disagree. We fail to see our buses going by. The day dawns blue and sweet. I read Heaney: bells and raindrops, loosed screens and straight walks. *Sunday*, he says. The trains are sunny. I read Graham Greene on the book-web. London Bridge: the descent, the empty spaces, the halls where the tubes and people come and go. Roy Hodgson, justifying his achievements. He reads literature both contemporary and classical, they say. They�ve always said this: when will someone make more of it, properly interview him on the pleasures of Italian fabulism? The tube security in bright cheery blue: the crowds of energy: an entrance closed: the streets, the flows, the individuals with their belligerence and desire. It�s always the same, coming in off this train, too: the place is as it was the first day I walked into that bookshop over the road and flicked through volumes on Paul Gascoigne and D.H. Lawrence. The spring light over Camden, and this only March. The highways and turnings: quiet impressive roads, high pastel houses, the lovely church, the symbolism of the English Folk school. At the top of the hill a gang of three, their heads turned away from London. Archel is a poet, I�ve heard, who used to top the List Crush List (Crush). The boy Walton joins us: I wonder whether he exemplifies sinister. In a good way. They don�t want my fish. They don�t even believe it�s fish. A stranger arrives atop the hill. He gazes with cautious eyes at the horizons, like Clint Eastwood � but with a football. He uses it as a seat. The Kaiser thinks he may be �ILE scum�, and he is half-right. It�s Dr C: an encounter to note. Notebooks out, eirenists. We share a packet of peperami, 80-20. I want to revive the peperami. There is no need: Chu, also arrived, is eating them too. The Doc has driven. He *is* driven. Hopkins shows in a red shirt. Cabbage shows in a shirt from Singapore. Perhaps they have all gathered in advance to plot their downfall, I mean, our downfall. I ask Hopkins about a building on the skyline. - That�s the Stephen Trouss� Institute for Contemporary Madness, he says. We discuss its possible occupants. Names are named. ILE head downhill. Cazza gathers his boys. The boy Apps has brought shirts for all sinister to wear. Cazza, like the pinefox, fears ILE. But he stresses the strengths that sinister FC have: - Youth and speed. I think he means it. Five to four. On the great plain where the sky changes slowly overhead, all warm up. Jonnie#5 gets so warm he burns. He can�t play. I am sorry, given his allegiances; the poor fellow. At the last, as though there had been all the time in the world � for in fact there was � my editor strolls down the hill and dons his black and white shirt. Jim is here too, and Dr Sean: the solidest of pros. Black and White United, indeed. Only Stuart Murdoch is lacking. (No - not only.) ILE: Cabbage, Dr C, Hopkins, g, jel, Trewartha, Nick the Dastoor Sinister: the Kaiser, the lad Walton, the Boy G, Dr Sean, Jim, Apps, Nick the dandy. Sinister have many substitutes. We hold our fire. Some of us could have crossed over and evened up the numbers. But we didn�t come to play for ILE. Why? I don�t know. Something keeps us on sinister�s side, even though we be ILE regulars. We are forever walking into the past. 20 minutes are played each way. The match is tough, serious, not easy for anyone. There are no walkovers, no shooting gallery, no gross gaps between the teams. Commitment is total, energy is expended everywhere. ILE have good players: Hopkins is good in goal, plays 38 minutes longer than he�d announced. The Doc is a veteran of competition: he can�t help himself urging his team together, telling them to talk more. (If ILE talked, what would they say? �Robot Sausages: Classic or Dud?�) g � lower-case g � seems a strong player, a tough guy, not easily beaten. But somehow, sinister do have their beating. Perhaps it�s the style of players: sinister possess enough playmakers, dribblers, flair boys to make the difference. Within about 5 minutes it�s 3-0 to sinister. Walton and the boy G are devastating, all skill and incision. By half-time, with Trouss� and the pinefox alternating as black and white TV referees, it has reached 4-0: and this pressure game has an unexpected vibe to it. ILE have a chance in the second half, because the pinefox joins the sinister team as a substitute. If they can�t score now, with me playing against them, they never will. They don�t. It is their best spell, as the Doc will say: but the scoreline keeps them at nil. Our lads even claim later that ILE never had a shot at goal. Can this be true? I�d like to remember more of the game itself here. I can�t pull much together. I know that Apps, Walton and G were terrific: and that when Cazza returned to the fray, looking for a needle match in a haywain, he scored at least one bruised peach of a goal, maybe two. The final score, at 4:48, is improbable: Sinister 8-0 ILE. Some say this is fair reflection. I can�t see that: the ILE kids worked hard. But the score is real, and anyone on sinister should raise their rum and Ribena a moment to toast our star players. The Doc shakes our hands and heads home to Fulham, or wherever. He may take revenge one day. David Moore has arrived, chronicler and photographer. He savours the red Cabbage. Moore brings news to cheer: Liverpool have beaten Chelsea 1-0 with a last-minute goal. The details Moore then deploys suggest a week�s football homework. Sinister hang about for another game against ourselves. This is a 4-1 or something. Stevie G plays Hollywood balls. At the Hollywood Bowl, as McCartney once said. The walk away from the sun, from the grass, the air, is as slow as Paul Gascoigne on the road to Burnley. Jeremy tells me of how he and Shearer spent �100 a night on parties. That�s how cheap Scotland is. Into the Eagle. Cazza wants to talk men of the match. I�ll give the boy Walton the award for the big game; Trouss�s passing wins it for the second. - Apps is our Roy Keane. Cazza says that the victory is significant: youth and hope against � what? I can�t remember � age and despair? ILE, he says, is unfriendly. Perhaps it depends. - I know tomorrow�s gonna taste like cake, says an old LoveSpitLove song. Today tastes like cake too: chocolate cake for Dmitra. We don�t know her so well. We don�t like Lionel Trilling so much, we decide, says Moore. We like *Don Allen.* No wonder he got to be editor. The kids list best-ever sinister posters. Were YOU on the list? I�m not telling. Cazza talks about Cults. Someone names his opposite. Someone names the pinefox�s opposite, too, but I don�t think I understand this one. People come and go, talking on the telephone, falling for the flowers. The sprightliness of �the� [Grateful] Dead, how everyone likes �Passionate Kisses�, the lack of sex in Ulysses, the contrasting abandon of Pynchon, the Clinamen. The drinks. Nicky D buys some. My editor talks about �The Royal Tennenbaums�, naturally. It�s like �The Model�, and the pinefox�s family. I should make some kind of effort to see this picture. Someone steals half the bar�s possessions. Fingers are pointed at the space where a vagrant was. They disperse into darkness, looking for cars, cigarettes, buses, telephone cards, dangerous spilled takeaways. Alone again in the middle of the street, amid the crowds and the thieves, under the night. And so we beat on, full-backs against the run of play, borne back ceaselessly into our own half. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Movies - coverage of the 74th Academy Awards� http://movies.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: haikus revealed // week eleven // two thousand and two
by ee fumblings 26 Mar '02

26 Mar '02

I'm now going to be an Active Lurker, not that it matters much. THIS IS MY FINAL POST TO SINISTER under this email adress. I'm a fine one to talk, im just a scruff with an obsession for chords. Hewitt! You've always written from the heart, and that's what I come here for. I say, delete me, delete all of us. They just did. I feel better. People scatter and the band stops playing. Stuart edges up the crowd. I decided on my new favorite band. It had been Morrissey. Tue, Mar pm her name is michelle, but she likes to be called shelley. York Ticket trade Date: Wed, Mar Organization: Cat Industries, Inc. B&S yesterday in Stockholm? I can't remember everything they played. I realized last night, whilst trying to find sources, that it's just stupid. But I've never been on a proper date, so I don't know what to do. I saw HIM he was climbing down my drainpipe with feathers in his hair. Chaucer no doubt. Thanks to everyone who emailed about that letter. DO WHAT YOU TELL ME! ARRRGH MOTHERFUCKERS! MOTHER.. FUCKERS! Cor! And look.. Then Sarah came out, she was incredibly shy but still very sweet. I saw Richard, and we started talking. He´s *so* nice! But his accent.. I think I mumbled something about him being my God or something. He missed the tourbus later, so he had to take a cab. Hee hee hee. This e-mail is not and cannot, by its nature, be confidential. // ee fumblings // +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Stars and Passionfruit Wine
by terry boyle 26 Mar '02

26 Mar '02

Hey everybody, I have just returned to Perth after a lovely weekend on my parent's farm in the south west of Western Australia. My Friday evening was spent alone in the middle of a paddock, staring at a blank bit of cloudless sky waiting for a star to appear. There was no noise (except for my occasional whistling of We Rule the School), no lights, no buildings, just me and the tree's and a bottle of my Dad's home-made passionfruit wine. Everytime a star popped up my heart would jump a little with excitement. Then I'd sip some wine and look at another bit of empty night sky until a star appeared to put a smile on my face. It was very tranquil and peaceful and my body and soul were happy. I felt a little bit like Jack Kerouac. Then on Saturday night I went to my cousins wedding and drank large amounts of cider and beer and danced and laughed and had a merry old time. A great weekend all round. Terry 2,000,000,000 Web Pages--you only need 1. Save time with My Lycos. http://my.lycos.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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by angela _ 26 Mar '02

26 Mar '02

hey kids... ok i normaly never post this much but i want to revise my last post anouncement conserning camping out for the atlanta show in may. it seems that this year atleast we are having very unpredictable weather in these parts. and honestly, soggy camping sucks & so does waking up sweating from the humidity. soooo.... it looks like i wont be camping unless god gives me an r.v. to go in. which dosnt count as camping really, but it would still be better than a hotel. i dont know why, i'm just really not fond of hotels.but i just might be having to get one. CURSES! so what i do want to do is have a picnic in peidmont park, i'm told this is prime location for being close to everything, & "its dosnt have a lot of cops so you can get your drink on" atleast thats what the former boyfriend of mine tells me. by the way....ever wonder what it would sound like if steven hawkings read your post to sinister? well i now know...i have a really neato program on my soundblaster software that reads your e-mails and such for you in a little computerized voice that reminds me the little looper computer voice who says "whos afraid of y2k?" its a real scream, and i wish you could hear it. so dose an atlanta sinister picnic sound better? please let me know what you guys think. and if any of you have yahoo messanger feel free to say hi to me there. my log in name is shes_loosing_it hollar at you later _angela _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: A Lurker's Second Effort
by Tsong 26 Mar '02

26 Mar '02

Hi. I haven't really posted in a while. My last messages seemed to have been ignored, as they weren't entertaining or intellectually stimulating enough. I don't know... I guess I have more of a lurker personality than a poster one anyway, since I have no opinions of my own and no original comments to make. But reading other people's thoughts is fun. Now that I've lurked long enough, I know that Ken isn't from Reading and that Rachel sometimes writes posts about leaving Sinister. Bron studied in China (I am Chinese, kind of) and Sinisters have picnics in different cities for different occasions. I guess I will attempt once more to introduce myself: I live in New Jersey, USA, the middle of everything industrial and suburban. My skin is yellow. I studied in Reading, England last year and now miss the country terribly. I saw the B&S show last June in Glasgow. Currently I am bored and wanting to get away from this country. I want to go to Sweden. Ok. I think that was enough. Thanks for giving me another chance. I just want to belong. -Elsa +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: you say you want a revolution...*
by Aruni J 26 Mar '02

26 Mar '02

All this talk about Mao has made me deeply nostalgic...for my days as a high school math team nerd. What? Don't look so smug, you were there, too, weren't you? Weren't you? <sound of crickets chirping chirpily> Yes, well, ahem. <point of order> I'm not insulting sinister, or Mao, or math team nerds, for that matter. I was one of them (see above). </end point of order> Maybe it speaks to the deep cosmic connection between sinisterinos. Or something. Who knows--perhaps in a few years we can graduate to playing Mafia. :^) Lately the theme of deep cosmic connections underlying shared musical taste has been playing in my head. (groan for the puns) Several of my best friends are B&S fans, and we all "discovered" B&S independently. Not the most shocking of coincidences, perhaps, but I'd like to think that it means something. Maybe it's an appreciation of beauty and whimsy that I seek out in my friends, or an understanding of how things build, or a willingness to listen carefully and appreciate all the layers that make up a whole. Then again, perhaps it's more a function of B&S playing fantastic music than of cosmic connections, but I prefer to have my head in the clouds. More immediately, as it turns out, being in med school does not suck all the B&S from one's life. For instance, we recently had several lectures on fungal infections, and I was thinking about "a dose of thrush you got while you were licking railings." Except Stuart forgot the part about how "you compromised the integrity of your mucosal epithelium." Ah well. It occurred to me that next year, I will get to deliver a baby! (Caution to all of those expecting babies within the next year and a half--stay out of Durham, NC and the surrounding area.) I had a cozy mental picture of me holding a newborn and singing sweet B&S tunes to him or her. Then I thought about how odd it would seem to the parents that the person who had delivered their child was singing, "Get me away from here, I'm dying"--no matter how lovely and melodic. And so endeth another promising career. *"that sounds like rock and/or roll," Aruni _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: i guess i'm your big mistake.
by lindsey baker 25 Mar '02

25 Mar '02

hello sinister. it snowed last night, big wet chunks of white. i left the paper, and looked up as soon as i got outside, as i often do anyway. (i tend to defy the city and scour the sky for stars, though i often mistake planes for burning spirals of gas billions of miles away. realizing i'm, in actuality, only gazing at the blinking light of a hovering aircraft tends to make me feel smaller than the stars would, and part of not a world, only a prarie.) the sky was a hazy pink, and it reminded me of the sinister page at christmas time. i brushed the snow piles off my car with the sleeve of my coat, admiring the sharp contrast of soft whiteness against the varied plaid, and finally got in my car to clouds of breath and the smell of wet wool. the wind blew the snow at a bustling diagonal, and the road was actually quite hard to make out. i crawled home, which was fitting, i suppose, because i think i have been moving laterally on all fours for weeks now. i dreamt all night, but can only remember the segments wherein i put my glasses on, and couldn't see a thing through the pink lenses, only a snowy sky. i kept taking them off and rubbing them, blowing hot bursts of breath of the plastic, clearing away the fog. only to shove them back on and take them off again, blinded. i don't particularly remember if i could see when i had them off. i wrote an email to a boy i used to be friends with today. i don't expect him to write me back, but i saw his name in the daily nebraskan and suddenly, sitting there looking at his name in 10 point body copy, i kind of missed him and who i was when i was with him. i came in to the paper today, rejoicing for the snow day and the removed responsibility of attending my photojournalism class, wondering if taking a picture of slushy snow would constitute as a photo of news. i intended to devote the afternoon to work, but instead i have been alternating good life albums and writing emails. and reading old emails. from the boy i first fell in love with. i organized them all into a folder a while ago, and i noticed today i must have dleted the bitter ones in a fit of fury. and so the favorite song of another starts on the good life cd, and i am shaking still. something has happened to me since this near-rape experience of a few weeks ago, as it were, and i have been trying to put my finger on what, exactly is wrong and why i feel stagnant, like i am waiting for something. waiting, mostly, to fail. classes and love and hope and life and, ultimately, myself. repeat repeat repeat ...she met this boy from omaha whose life was handed to him but still he wanted everything his dreams were his ruin she couldn't wake him up the bough broke, and he fell like the time he fell from his mother into the arms of a doctor so he cried like that first day of his life he knew he had broken this beautiful porcelain and how could their world be the same? and so it never was the same. she whispers his name... xxx lou _________________________________________________________________ Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: sinister: calls for help
by Histrianic＠aol.com 25 Mar '02

25 Mar '02

You know, I was looking forward all week to a great, great week full of plans with friends, shows, and parties. Today the Levins (consisting of the infamous Will and his younger brother, Ned) called me and said "While either one of us would love to go with you, um, Wednesday is Passover." This was in reference to a Herbie Hancock concert in New York on March 27, a Wednesday. So now I have this ticket for Herbie Hancock that will sit here and rot if someone doesn't want it. If anyone is interestd, please email me off the list ASAP. (please please PLEASE???) *whew* cheers h +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Say cheerio to sinister
by Rebecca Wright 25 Mar '02

25 Mar '02

Well I've got to go now. Not for any mean surly reasons you understand, just cos I'm off to Peru for 3 months *gulp*. By the time I leave there'll be a class of jungle children who'll know all the words to Dog on Wheels, such is my legacy! If I find a nearby internet cafe over there I might return as a digest person, if not I'll be back in time for all the Summer picnics! Thanks for making my desk job bearable with all your wonderful mails, don't think I'd have ever made it to Copenhagen to see B&S if there hadn't been other sinisterees willing to see them with me. Bye now love Becky xx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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