April 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: WiLLiaM ShaKespeaR's GoT FucK on mE...
by velocity farewell 03 May '02

03 May '02

Hello the sinister*land... Seems like things have been changing rapidly these last months... "2002 is going to be MY yeaR", i told my sister in New YeaR's EvE... and it seems that yes, it's been my yeaR so far... faR gonE and OuT... 3 weeks and a half till I'm in London... and this time i won't be going back to greece... it feels weird but it makes me so excited... it never felt like home here anyway... I miss posts from fRiEnDs...where is CaRsmiLe-Stephen-LaD? where is the PF? where is my Care-BeaR? thankfully our Luscious-Lucy posted recently!! even BG Mark hasn't posted for some days now... and ARchel! I keep having these images of ARchel dipping her quill into ink and writting poems with her hair all messed up, swearing as she can't find the word! You know I'm getting to share a sofa with our Archel on the night of the belles' gig in london... what's interesting is what's going to happen after the gig... we're going to shake our booties in a hip-hop-rap club in bRixton, oh yes!! Jordi said "i've heard the rumours, vel, are they true?"... the rumours about the booty-shaking after the gig, that is... sultry news travel fast, i'd say... so anyone who wants to come over to the Venue (i think that's what the club's called) and shake their cute bums with us, let me know... and even better, the day of my arrival, 31st March, the Camera Obscura are playing at the Monarch!!! oh London hasn't let me down... yet... you should all be there! talking about the obscuras made me think of glasgow... so back to Lucy... I was biting my nails whilst reading Lucy's post actually... all this 'moving to glasgow' shenanigans!! Oh me God!! I hate moving! I should be packing like mad, but i cannot be arsed really... all these records, all these books, all these clothes, my fave duvet and pillow... how am i going to take all that to glasgow? Life's running frantically and i'm running after it trying to catch up... a suite of faces, places, words, gestures passing by as i try to find a formula, to sort everything out, to put everything in some order... and i fail every time... I'm so happy I'm leaving here... all bad memories... all putrified stories... Do you remember Little John? the 8-years-old-boy who used to leave flowers on my doorstep? his mum's in a mental hospital... she couldn't stand her alcoholic husband's abuse anymore it seems... grandparents are looking after the children... no more coming at my flat at midnight sobbing with bruises all over her face and with little john hiding behind her, trying to escape her enraged husband who'd wait for her at the stairs throwing curses and threats, calling little john a poof and threatening him that he'll 'show him afterwards'... Sleepless nights all these have cost me... these nights i'd wish i had a gun... with no bullets... just to stick it to the tosser's head and watch him pissing his trousers with fear... and spit on his fucking face! and what an ugly face that is... People seem to become more and more bored... and lazy... when it comes to their heads... people seem to become more like amoebas... like they're returning to a protogenic form of life... everything's fine as long as they're easy... everything's fine as long as they're offered to us on a silver plate... and yet, everyone seems to struggle in their everyday lives... struggle with bills, struggle to make ends meet... but that's where their struggle begins and ends at the same time... Meanwhile, there are others who live their own tragedies... my Mao's always used to say to me "don't be ungrateful! look at all those people who have REAL problems, like health problems. You should be grateful".. the defeatist's philosophy i'd say... why should i look at the worse around me to be happy with my situation? isn't that self-indulgent and a losers' trait? I wonder... I've become to learn one thing, tragedy's subjective... it takes the dimensions, it takes the shape of your own soul, it moulds with your body... looking at a beggar starving on the pavement won't make you feel any better, why should it? will it make your life look better? isn't that the silliest thing ever? Oh but anyway, enough with these... sorry for boring you all... I keep walking by the new hospital building which is still under construction, looking up at its roof and thinking of that night that i, zozo, paul and stayc went on the rooftop... looking at the lights of the villages on the mountain opposite to us... thinking of chocolate cake spread all over my face and on the walls of the frontroom... thinking of spooky licking chocolate off paul's sleeve... thinking of the magnum bottle of champagne paul and stayc drained! and that's the kind of memories i'd like to keep... I hope Kyla posts soon... take care you lot, hugs, vel xxxxx "WaR is the last possible creative act" Mick Travis "IF" "true creation will rise from the ruins of the old world" Isidor Isou, L.I. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Try FREE Yahoo! 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Sinister: Tigermilking NYC - open to all :-)
by Mark Casarotto 01 May '02

01 May '02

Hi, Adam asked if people attending the May 5th NYC gig are welcome to turn up to Tigermilking on the 6th. HELL YEAH! We'll probably be flyering both nights, and anyone is welcome to come along. It may well get quite full, though, so come along early! It is free, after all :-) And don't forget to come and say hello to the balding English bloke with the big grin :-) Mark xxx __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.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. 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: two shorts, and a side-dish of revenge
by ian 30 Apr '02

30 Apr '02

another bar. always a bar. this one has been reinvented in recent months. they want it to look rustic, so they hang toby jugs from the ceiling. and it looks like a pub, in wolverhampton, with toby jugs hanging from the ceiling. my friend enters, and strides across the room towards me, moving deftly between the barstools. barstools that dream of being sat on, perhaps suspecting that such a dream, once achieved, would be hollow. the sinister list orders a triple brandy from the barman and instructs him that i will be paying. i fumble in my pocket and watch those perfectly-formed ever-moving lips. 'make it quick, ian. i've got better things to do. i've got a working lunch with kirsten kenyon and i don't have time for this...' 'sorry'.. i suddenly can't remember why i'm here. i stare at the pleasingly androgynous face again, watching the lips close and then open, smiles passing along them like ghosts over a microphone. 'stop fucking looking at me, and talk. when i finish my drink, i'm going. make it fast' 'err..' 'oh' 'well, i just wanted to tell you about my top ten favourite -' the sinister list finishes its brandy, picks up my tequila and throws it in my face. then it steals my cigarettes and departs. a barmaid passes by, in fishnet stockings and a bow tie. i kick her in the head. ------------------------------------------------- sitting in a park in paris, france reading the news and it sure looks bad they've never given peace a chance it was just a dream someone once had the bench is cold, but the feeling reminds me that i'm alive. the clouds are gathering. the metaphors are flowing thick and fast. somewhere, i can hear a gathering. i wonder if its the love brigade, the hate brigade or the not in my back yard parade. the sinister list lowers its arse towards the wood, hovvering just an inch above the slat as if it is concerned about catching something. my contagious apathy, perhaps. 'cigarette' 'no, thanks. i'm trying to stop' 'it wasn't an offer, ian. it was a request. a command. give me a cigarette' i hand over a packet that has been occupying my pocket. 'ta. you should get some better clothes. its cold' and the list is gone, running towards a gathering in front of me. or perhaps away from a gathering behind me. i stare at the iron monument to impossibility that dominates this city, pulling my cardigan closer, wishing i had a cigarette, and wondering if its true that all romantics meet the same fate some day. ------------------------------------------------------------ a note... someone sent me a note. and i've been carrying it with me ever since, waiting for a clue.. 'dear ian, you will never be as good as archel playforth love and kisses archel playforth' if only i could figure out who it was from. there's no clue on it. i decided to see if anyone could help me. i asked the man who stands in birmingham centre with a microphone. he told me i had to renounce my soul to jesus, and i would find the answer. so i tried. there was a pregnant pause. and then another pregnant pause. i waited for someone to say 'okay'. i'm still waiting. so i thought i know what i do, i do, i'll phone alix campbell, because she knows about this sort of thing..... 'hello' 'is that alix campbell? this is ian. i'm wondering if-' 'if you call me again, i'll phone the police' she hung up. clearly she knows somebody else called ian who is a bit odd. i tried to ring her back, but a spanish woman called alixita told me lixi had moved out and wouldn't ever be coming back. i phoned the operator. she said she knew who i was, and if i promised to stop sending her dead animal parts, she would help me. she told me to look at the envelope, see if there was a return address 'yes' 'well...?' 'archel playforth's house, archelplayforthworld' 'so... do you know who lives there?' 'errr.................. cam you give me a clue' 'no, i'm asking YOU' . she sighed. i could hear her licking her fingers in the background. i hung up, and sent her a dead squirrel, with its intestines wound around its neck as a stylish scarf-ette. all telephone operators like such things, in my experience. i asked around my neighbours. the lady across the road said she'd seen a lovely, long legged, lolloping llama licking my letterbox. i asked her if it she'd seen it delivering anything and she slapped me, and told me not to be familiar. finally, success! the blind woman who lives in a shed on the corner said she'd seen a strange shuffling sight in a duffle coat, muttering to herself and trying to remove the long nobule of snot that dripped constantly from her nose. there was only one person it could be. i wondered what a fitting recompense was, and decided i would catch the offender, and sell her into white slavery. i looked in the phone book under 'white slave merchants' but there was only an recruiting advertisement for burger king. so i tried the modern interweb. you know, there are a lot of slaves on the internettoweb. lots and lots. i was amazed. there were too many to make an educated choice. i just found one named 'of human bondage' at www.whipme.com - they said they specialised in chains and hard labour. i chuckled as i called them... the thought of archel playforth - sneaky, scurrilous, southern get, receiving her just deserts.. i asked them how much they would give me for the services of a sneaky, scurrilous southern get, and they said they'd send me a cheque in the post. i gave them her address. they should be arriving there about now. right about now. i'm listening to the magnetic fields, flicking through my french porn collection, ruminating on how clever i am and imagining her face as the boys turn up to get her. i hope they work her hard. i've seen how they make slaves work. i've watched nearly all of 'cool hand luke'. i hope they make her wear unflattering overalls, build roads and eat lots and lots of eggs until she ends up looking like paul newman. sing along, my dears, sing along.. 'that's the sound of the sneaky scurrilous southern get working on the chain ga-a-ang that's the sound of the sneaky scurrilous southern get working on the chain gang' xx ian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: celebrity babies
by Dean Gillon 30 Apr '02

30 Apr '02

Hi folks. i know it's not really the place to mention it but everyone likes a good bit of gossip don't they? You can tell everyone at work/uni/school/in prison/in the "special" hospital (delete as appropriate) tomorrow and you'll look like you know stuff and when it does come out everyone will say "oh (insert name) told us that aaaaggges ago". Hope this isn't in tomorrows papers anyway or this'll be a bit lame. Kylie up the duff anyway. Not mine I'm sorry to say, but could we have a moments silence for the probable end to that wonderful bottom. Does terrible things to a woman apparently, my sister told me. Oh yes, Bjork too. terrifying pixie like child that'll be. Anyway, I like the idea of b&s lrics at work. I think I'd have "get me away from here I'm dying". hmmm, i love my job but not long to go before i can move. All you london people - how much for a tiny flat in somewhere not too great but nowhere where I get shot in the neck for my mobile? I know it's stupidly expensive so am i better off trying to find a larger place with some mates or what? any help on this subject would be gratefully received - and i could come to one of these picnics in camden that sound so fun while I'm stuck in the north-east. Hope everyone is cool and absolutely wizard (word of the day). See ya Love Dean XXX __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.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. 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: inspiration
by idleberry 30 Apr '02

30 Apr '02

sitting at work today, reading the assorted press cuttings, I came across this thing, several times, about how the Scottish Parliament is wanting Scots to donate their favourite lines or verse, to be dotted up around the new building. And I got to thinking... What if it was Belle And Sebastian lyrics? Not quite poetry, but technically, it could be argued, it is verse. it was just an idea that made me smile, and made me sit and smile secretly to myself, while sorting out the dog poo from sectarianism in the press. So anyway, I've been dying to get home and e mail this to you all, becuase I was sitting there so well behaved today. I just wanted to get this little thingthat amused me out of my system. I couldn't help but imagine some of the song titles, put up around the new parliament, with Belle And Sebastian written below in italics. I'm not being serious about it, it was one of those light hearted fantasies of amusement you sometimes conjure up to help while away a few moments. Still, heres my thoughts about lines that would make amusing reading, written on a wall somewhere. "Fuck This Shit" "Could I write a piece about you now that you've made it? About the hours spent, the emptiness in your training You only did it so that you could wear Your terry underwear" "It's not as if they're paying you It's not as if it's fun At least not anymore" "Think of it this way You could either be successful or be us" "But if you are feeling sinister Go off and see a minister Chances are you'll probably feel better If you stayed and played with yourself" "If this town's your sinking ship Then you know where to jump" "I need someone to take some joy in something I do" "I am stupid and blind Desperation is the Devil's work, it is the folly of a boys empty mind" "You'd better take a weight off of your mind and listen To what other people say Cause things are going wrong your own way" "Trying hard not to please Anyone, all the time Being a rebel's fine But you go all the way to being brutal" (For Margo MacDonald's office, perhaps?) "Boo to the business world!" "There are people going hungry every day They've got nothing on their plates And you're filling your fat face with every different kind of cake And if you ever go lardy, or go lame I will drop you straight away That's the price you have to pay For every stupid thing you say There are people going lonely, and they'll stay Lonely fay into the year Because you're making blinkers fashionable And fashionably you'll say "All is equal in love and war" and "I'm sorry, but I've got some things to do" And you pretend to read a book you'll never finish till the day" "The wider issues of the day Don't interest you, you'll have to pay" "And when you saw it all come, it was waving the flag Of the United States of Calamity, hey! After all that you've done boy, Im sure you're going to pay " "It's something to speak of the way you are feeling To crowds there assembled Do you ever feel you have gone too far?" "Hey people, looking out the window, you'll be gone tomorrow" "And all my friends deserted me because you painted me As the fraud I really was" "It would take a left wing Robin Hood to pay for school" "For every step there is a local boy who wants to be a hero" Anyway, I thought those would be my favourite lyrics that would make some sense to see in the Scottish Parliament. Probably raise a smile out of me when I go to work there also. And Belle and Sebastian are scottish (well, except Bob), and aren't lyrics just poetry to music anyway? I might just write them on the walls of the lavvy anyhow*. ;) Thats it. End of post. Love, Idles (PS. Sorry, I accidentally might have posted this a few minutes ago, when I hit the wrong button and it was only half done. Isn't that always the case?) * I probably won't really. ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Health - your guide to health and wellness http://health.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. 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 idleberry 30 Apr '02

30 Apr '02

sitting at work today, reading the assorted press cuttings, I came across this thing, several times, about how the Scottish Parliament is wanting Scots to donate their favourite lines or verse, to be dotted up around the new building. And I got to thinking... What if it was Belle And Sebastian lyrics? Not quite poetry, but technically, it could be argued, it is verse. it was just an idea that made me smile, and made me sit and smile secretly to myself, while sorting out the dog poo from sectarianism in the press. So anyway, I've been dying to get home and e mail this to you all, becuase I was sitting there so well behaved today. I just wanted to get this little thingthat amused me out of my system. I couldn't help but imagine some of the song titles, put up around the new parliament, with Belle And Sebastian written below in italics. I'm not being serious about it, it was one of those light hearted fantasies of amusement you sometimes conjure up to help while away a few moments. Still, heres my thoughts about lines that would make amusing reading, written on a wall somewhere. "Fuck This Shit" "Could I write a piece about you now that you've made it? About the hours spent, the emptiness in your training You only did it so that you could wear Your terry underwear" "It's not as if they're paying you It's not as if it's fun At least not anymore" "Think of it this way You could either be successful or be us" "But if you are feeling sinister Go off and see a minister Chances are you'll probably feel better If you stayed and played with yourself" "If this town's your sinking ship Then you know where to jump" "I need someone to take some joy in something I do" "I am stupid and blind Desperation is the Devil's work, it is the folly of a boys empty mind" "You'd better take a weight off of your mind and listen To what other people say Cause things are going wrong your own way" "Trying hard not to please Anyone, all the time Being a rebel's fine But you go all the way to being brutal" (For Margo MacDonald's office, perhaps?) "Boo to the business world!" "There are people going hungry every day They've got nothing on their plates And you're filling your fat face with every different kind of cake And if you ever go lardy, or go lame I will drop you straight away That's the price you have to pay For every stupid thing you say There are people going lonely, and they'll stay Lonely fay into the year Because you're making blinkers fashionable And fashionably you'll say "All is equal in love and war" and "I'm sorry, but I've got some things to do" And you pretend to read a book you'll never finish till the day" "The wider issues of the day Don't interest you, you'll have to pay" ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Health - your guide to health and wellness http://health.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. 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: Nasty, brutish and short
by Liz Daplyn 30 Apr '02

30 Apr '02

Well hello there. Its true, Ian will never be as good as Archel. But at what, I hear you cry? Stone the crows, if it isnt fully into the social season. If it wasnt for the political incorrectness, Id join a fox-hunt in order to get out of the house. Ahem. So what Im saying is that itd be really very nice if someone took up the reins of the forthcoming London Sunday (in Greenwich? Would be nice) and proclaimed the law. I would be picnic mummy, but I live in WALES, dammitall (but not for much longer, thank you baby Jesus and all the saints), and I think a native or at least a naturalised exotic should be the Head Sorter in situations such as these. Anyway, I just want to have a nice weekend and to ignore the fact that there are those of this parish who will be grooving and jiggling to sweet pop music in the Americas, some of them having specially buggered off over there for the purpose of viewing some girls cello-playing arse. Anagrams of CHEEKY NTH PUN or, indeed, CUT HYPHEN KEN spring to mind. And, the final indignity, you NYC sods are getting a Tigermilking, when I didnt even get to the last one here. Harrumph. Still, enjoy, and Ill try not to think of you people with envy as I down further bottles of Pinot Noir. Ah well. List abuse is, one supposes, better than self-abuse. Finally, can someone who is *in the know* tell me which is the best Low album to buy first. I have the Christmas thing, like God knows how many of us. Off-list reply, thankyouverymuch kidz. Sinister you are my agony aunt. Goodnight. Liz :x ----- She tells her love while half asleep, In the dark hours, With half-words whispered low: As Earth stirs in her winter sleep And puts out grass and flowers Despite the snow, Despite the falling snow. Robert Graves ----- _________________________________________________________________ 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: haikus revealed // week sixteen // two thousand and two
by ee fumblings 30 Apr '02

30 Apr '02

Hi Again, Sorry to forcibly enter your box again so soon. Thursday is the first night of How Does It Feel To Be Loved? in London. It's bullshit. I don't know. This is why music is important to me. It's all useless. I'm tired of fighting it. I just want to escape. I haven't really read over it. Or proofread, or revised my thoughts. Feel free to email me and bitch about it, I know I deserve it. Holly came up with the best one ever: Softcore Cor-nell-ography. I have no belle and sebastian pals here, so that's a bit saddening. Ken also has a new work e-mail address now look. woo exciting. I report about them all... just a note about the one I liked more. I'm in the middle of so many troubles... look what happened to me... Like you're in a cruel experiment, to see how far you will go. Fool. I woke up to find Matt had posted, so I read it, still half-asleep. All I know is I am inclined to believe and I tend to like things. And he's still alive, so it couldn't have been him. Which made me wonder. I can't yet face a. a diary extract from my so called life b. Finally, a chance to push my crappy taste on others heh heh heh. Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who came to the club tonight. Thanks to David Moore for keeping an eye on the list, as do others. Analyses of a few songs/albums (within reason) are ok. You hope stopping one thing may help something else heal. Always worse happens. I quit college and traipsed about Lancaster waiting for nothing. Not yet. But soon. Six months on.....left the town....feeling melancholy. Heh. Some conversation. This is novel. But the last tube is iminent. This technology is teasing. We lay our emoticons bare. Roses The Roses. The Smiths the Queen is dead. The Pixies Doolittle. Not only that, but one of the people who was moaning was Linda. Can you post this? My work e-mail client doesnt play well with sinister. Mailing is cheap in the first world, and there's yet a lot of joy to sow. I took my pizza slice and left. I've had better, but not recently. I'm still quite happy. I'm chewing nicotine gum like its oxygen. Come to think of it, I really don't remember that in the list rules. Forget your "I HEART KEN CHU" badges. The cult of Ken Chu is over. I could have put it in roman numerals. Or perhaps a) b) c)... And if it doesn't happen straight away, keep on thinking about it. I remember it. Or maybe I'm just falling behind with the times. I'd let it go for free but thats just not the case unfortunately. I have forgotten now... Ok I'm off and I will stop boring you. // ee // +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: baby baby baby you sure like to fuck...
by Jo tomas 30 Apr '02

30 Apr '02

I am alarmed to find that in all the rediscovery of rock and roll, not one hack has had the grace to say " Jon Spencer started this shit and he does it best " I hate Journalists. Excet in my new bible CTCL's, although they even slagged of JSBX. I recently traded in my walkman. It left me disturbed and feeling like an adultress. I finally removed the gaffer tape that held the batteries in, ( 4 ) caressed the chunky buttons( fwd but no rewind ), mourned the loss of the built in mic, kissed it on all it's holes, put it in an adidas shoe box and placed it in our back yard. And bought a mini disc player. One battery! instant track jumping! Loud! great headphones! now I am making mini disc mixes of the best songs in the world. Shoot Le Pen joxx ===== small town night club over a pub/girls in make up thicken the blood __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.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. 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: Anyone got a ticket for Monday?
by John T. Cat, Esq. 30 Apr '02

30 Apr '02

Anyone have floor tickets for Monday's show at the Hammerstein? I have a floor ticket for Sunday to trade. Or Money. I got money. Thanks, John +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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