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Sinister: smile!
by terry underwear 04 Feb '03

04 Feb '03

******* the boy on the right looks down at his letters and can't believe that he has seven vowels. seven frickin' vowels! he still manages to get 15 points though. the boy on the left adds 15 to the boy on the right's score before glancing down at his letters. he has a nice mix of vowels and consonants. unfortunately the board is a little cramped up, so he slides a few tiles into place for a disappointing single figure score. he takes a swig of beer and thinks that life is okay. sure, a lot of his friends have moved away recently, but this is a great opportunity to meet new people. and to get to know other people better, like the boy on the right. the girl in the background purgingly flicks through her CD collection. in with the new, out with the old. the old green armchair on the far left sits in the corner knowingly. see that bit of paper on top of it? it is a printout of that night's bowling expedition. ******* ******* jeremy ever so stylishly bowls the ball down towards the ten defenceless soldiers. the sound of crashing pins echoes in my ears as jeremy's ball smashes into the soldiers, knocking them in all directions. but one stubborn soldier refuses to go the way of its brothers and sisters. it is rocking back and forth, trying to succeed where its siblings so horribly failed. time slows down as we wait to see the fate of the lone soldier. our eyes transfixed, our mouths agape. the gravity of the situation becomes too much for the soldier, and with pride and dignity it slowly topples over. Jeremy triumphantly returns to the bench as we applaud his successful strike. he may have won the battle this time, but the war is far from over. ******* terry --- here's what i think: http://naivetysucceeds.blogspot.com caitlin and terry's sinister recipe tree archives: http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/sinifood/ _____________________________________________________________ Get 25MB, POP3, Spam Filtering with LYCOS MAIL PLUS for $19.95/year. http://login.mail.lycos.com/brandPage.shtml?pageId=plus&ref=lmtplus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: silver friends
by Helen McLean 04 Feb '03

04 Feb '03

2nd February, late Sunday night.. Look, thats me on the left of the couch, with two boys sitting on the right. We're all watching a movie, you can't quite see what it is, but its in black and white so the glow from the telly is a little different than usual. Both of them are tapping their feet and hands to the soundtrack only slightly, but they don't realise it. I do though, and my attention is distracted and I smile to myself as I glance in their direction. They are new friends, and I am thinking to myself that I am glad I met them here, in this new place. But I also think of old far away friends at the same time. And one friend in particular. We haven't talked or written or emailed in a week and I suddenly realise that this is the longest time for the three and a half years we've known each other that we haven't been in contact. 'If he was here, he would be tapping his feet too' I think. ******* Now just a short note.. including some San Fran list abuse... Yes I'm back. In a new place, now. Moving on your own to a new city in which you know no-one is an odd experience. But it has been a good one so far. Its kind of liberating actually, and I have surprised myself most of all with my own confidence. Meeting people is easy, especially when you have a novel accent. Speaking of meeting people.....calling all San Francisco listees.... do you want to meet up mid-february when I will be in your delightful city?? Mail me off list if you do.. and I promise I will bring you presents. Honest. But let me tell you that you may have alot to live up to as in my limited experience of meeting sinister people I have never met a sinister I didn't like :) Awww, you guys... Helen 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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Sinister: silver friends
by Helen McLean 04 Feb '03

04 Feb '03

2nd February, late Sunday night.. Look, thats me on the left of the couch, with two boys sitting on the right. We're all watching a movie, you can't quite see what it is, but its in black and white so the glow from the telly is a little different than usual. Both of them are tapping their feet and hands to the soundtrack only slightly, but they don't realise it. I do though, and my attention is distracted and I smile to myself as I glance in their direction. They are new friends, and I am thinking to myself that I am glad I met them here, in this new place. But I also think of old far away friends at the same time. And one friend in particular. We haven't talked or written or emailed in a week and I suddenly realise that this is the longest time for the three and a half years we've known each other that we haven't been in contact. 'If he was here, he would be tapping his feet too' I think. ******* Now just a short note.. including some San Fran list abuse... Yes I'm back. In a new place, now. Moving on your own to a new city in which you know no-one is an odd experience. But it has been a good one so far. Its kind of liberating actually, and I have surprised myself most of all with my own confidence. Meeting people is easy, especially when you have a novel accent. Speaking of meeting people.....calling all San Francisco listees.... do you want to meet up mid-february when I will be in your delightful city?? Mail me off list if you do.. and I promise I will bring you presents. Honest. But let me tell you that you may have alot to live up to as in my limited experience of meeting sinister people I have never met a sinister I didn't like :) Awww, you guys... Helen 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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Sinister: how could I resist?
by Sean Howell 04 Feb '03

04 Feb '03

Dearest Sinister, Despite the fact that it's only ink polaroid day for another 10 minutes here, and that the keyboard I'm typing on has a malfunctioning space bar, I still am going to take part in Ink Polaroid Day! So without further ado, here I go. **It's cold, probably 33 degrees, the sky is the dark shade of grey that it typically is in Maryland during the month of Janurary, and it's raining on me. A raindrop spattered Kamel Red Light hangs from my mouth, and my glasses are in dire need of a good drying off. The look on my face says one thing, and one thing only..."Sean, you silly boy, how could you leave the umbrella next to the front door??" Oh well, fortunately Tydings Hall is only a few yards away.** **The sky is uncharacteristically blue for this time of year, especially given the weather we've had here as of late. I sit in my well worn old car, with Kristina in the passanger seat. I'm wearing brown corduroys, the white short-sleeved collared shirt I had procured the day earlier, and pedals of the car are being worked by a pair of red and white trainers. Speeding past the windows are rolling hills, and quaint farms in the distance. We are approaching the mountains, and the look of laughter is on our faces as we are discussing the fabled Hello Kitty vibrator. All seems well in the world, needless to say.** **It's a brisk day, and I've happily found myself in the passanger seat, which is incedentally on the side I am accustomed to driving on, of a very handsome and noteworthy automobile. Yes indeed, Max. We are driving to get some coffee, and I'm enjoying lovely stories of Glasgow. In the lower corner of the picture one can see me going for the non-existant brake pedal with my right foot, as I'm quite used to having to do so quite frequently when sitting on this side of a car. You can also see the look of amusement on my face that is a result of having tried to press a pedal that is not there. However if you didn't look closely, you might not ever know just what I found so funny.** Phew, I did it, and with 3 whole minutes to spare. I am ever the procrastinator! Well, I should wrap this up quickly so it's still being sent on the right day. Before I go I just want to give a *HUGE* public thank you to the people who sent me gifts for the sinister xmas gift exchange...they all were wonderful and truly lit up my holidays. In fact, I'm using one of my Bowling coasters right this very instant! Well, I'm just barely making it, so off this goes! Sleep well fair Sinister. Love and Procrastination, Sean P.S. - Ulla, Ritva, and Dimitra, I will send you emails this week. :) _________________________________________________________________ Add photos to your messages with MSN 8. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/featuredemail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: if life is an index i'm looking you up.
by rrrrobyn 04 Feb '03

04 Feb '03

oh, sinister. you. it's nice that people like to take photos, ink or otherwise. they are good things. i worry that i don't take enough. so i took two rolls last wkend during my birfday party. haven't gotten the prints back, but here's one of the ink ones: I'm in my kitchen and the house is full of people, most of whom are wearing track suits, it being a track-suit party. I've got a black and turquoise Reebok warm-up suit on and am drunkly (yet eloquently, yes, eloquently) pontificating about whether to become a jock or not because, damn, this track suit is so comfortable and makes the best swish-swish noises. The ink photo right after this one shows me picking up my friend Neil, who plays rugby and is dressed as Rocky (Rocky 1, of course) and looks the part. I've got him balanced sideways on my lower back. His neck towel has fallen off. It's my only impressive party trick, this picking up of people. But anyone can do it. Another ink photo, to partially explain my sinister quietness: That's me in mid-December, sitting on my bed, cross-legged, leaning in a little towards my laptop to better read its screen in what's become the dim light of my bedroom. Is it something like 3 a.m.? There's that 3 a.m. hum of streetlights outside and the 3 a.m. hum of laptop inside; the loudest hums in the world. Yes, it's something like that time. I'm typing and deleting, cutting and pasting a paper together. I haven't bothered to change my pants in a few days (though I've managed to change my underwear, which I count as "keeping it together, yo"), logic being that pants don't get dirty enough through the act of reading and writing alone. Spinner.com plays jazz through my tinny laptop speakers. I got tired of the indie rock stations an hour ago. I believe I'm writing about cinema and the cyborg eye, quoting the sticky-noted bits from the 20 or so books and articles surrounding me on the bed and then attempting cleverness with my own words. I have no idea how well I'm going about it, but I'm typing fast. I'm so very "back in school"; when someone says articulate, I say how high. woodwork, coming out of. sinister, singing praises of. sighing, long and contemplative. x, robyn. ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden(a)yahoo.com Montreal, QC __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now. http://mailplus.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: *snap*
by marisa stroud 04 Feb '03

04 Feb '03

last tuesday, on my way to campus at night... *** It's dark and cold outside. There's a girl standing in the middle of the snow-covered sidewalk, stopped to look at her hand. There's a mist of condensed breath hanging in the air in front of her face. She looks as though she was in a hurry before she stopped. She looks like the type that's always late. As you approach her, wondering what could be wrong with her hand, you notice that the air is shimmering, as if you lived in a giant sparkly snowglobe. The trees, the cars, the street and the sidewalk are covered in twinkling drifts of snow. You begin to understand. You're right beside her now, and she is smiling as she examines her hand. Her gloves are black and you can finally see the small handful of tiny perfect snowflakes, their points shining brilliantly against the dark field. She can't believe that something so beautiful and amazing happens by chance, and you don't have to be famous or clever or gorgeous to deserve it. All you have to do is look. *** Happy Ink Polariod Monday _________________________________________________________________ STOP MORE SPAM with the new MSN 8 and get 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 miss the innocence i've known (mmm ink polaroid!)
by elizabeth trawick 04 Feb '03

04 Feb '03

This picture was taken Saturday night in a diner I used to go to quite a bit. I'm the girl in the black coat with the hood. If you were sitting next to me you could see the bits of white poking through the holes in the sweater (as it's not very thick!). I'm sipping coffee and putting butter and jam on my toast. Joshua, the boy sitting next to me, is trying very hard to keep his coffee in his mouth. One hand is holding a Fruity Clove (as he was calling them) and the other coffee. Hah, he just spat some back into his cup. He was laughing very hard at something absurd I'd just said. I dropped my toast and started laughing too. He started complaining about the zipper to his pants constantly coming down. I smiled at that and took a bite of my toast. - Hi Sinister. I thought I'd write a small ink polaroid as well. I love these, they're so simple but so nice. To be honest, I'd forgotten about them until this afternoon when my e-mail account was attacked by posts. I don't mind at all though, because ink polaroids are very enjoyable, as are posts. I'm eating cookies right now. That's very bad considering I've yet to have dinner. heh heh, I'm a horrible person :) I'm finding myself at a loss for words right now. I think it's due to my constant posting to various other places (livejournal, diaryland) and writing a very long letter. A teacher asked me today if I was still planning on going to Ireland. It was nice for him to ask so I told him it was actually Scotland I was thinking about. He smiled and asked how I was going to go about doing that. I went on about this and that and even the other (!) to him and was late to my next class. How is Glasgow, anyway? I hear it's a fun place to be. If there was anywhere in the world I would rather be than here (or even in my bed!) it would be Glasgow. But oh, what can I do. - The little girl on the sit and spin is Hayley, she's my niece. My sister's daughter. A lot of people say she looks like me. In my opinion she's much too cute to look a thing like me. Her hair is much prettier and blonder as well. The girl with the short blond hair is my sister, Kelli. She's teaching Hayley to say "yes ma'am" because that's what Southerners say to female adults. My mother is over on the couch trying to get Hayley's attention- for what? who knows. I think my mother just likes the attention. I'm across from the couch at the cd player putting on The Smiths. My brother-in-law Justin has just come in from the next room and he's standing in the doorway. He screams something about Morrissey being a sissy. I laugh and say "But oh, that's the fun of The Smiths!" - That's all for tonight, I suppose. 'Catch you on the flipside' as my friend Joshua would say. xoxo, Elizabeth _________________________________________________________________ Protect your PC - get McAfee.com VirusScan Online http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: ink negatives
by idleberry 03 Feb '03

03 Feb '03

There is me. I'm lying on a tan corduroy sofa, in a little white summer dress with a picture of an exotic sunset with a yacht across the chest. it has capped sleeves and a thin white pvc belt. My mum is huge and fat and I am an only child for another few weeks. Its a balmy summer day in August 1981, and I have a box wrapped in Snoopy paper on my lap. I want the snoopy paper. I'm not too fussed about the gift inside. I trace my eyes over the snoopy paper, and look at the cartoons. I like snoopy - hes a dog and I like dogs. Its for Scott Thomas. He's my best friend, although only in the mornings. In the afternoons, he and Claire Clarkin push me over in the street, and make star formations in Scotts drive way to stop me getting into his garden to play. I told his mum and he never did it again. If you look closely, you can see that right at this moment, I don't want to go to the party. I want to keep the snoopy paper. I don't care if there is parcel the parcel (what I call pass the parcel) and musical chairs. I want to stay here. ****************************************************** Its 1995. A week into the new spring term at school. I'm in my trainers and jacket, and waiting for my dad. I'm sitting on the steps into the sunken living room. I'm looking to the window, and dreading the day ahead at school. The smart girls pick on me. I have no friends. If I ask a question, I'm stupid. If I answer a question, I'm teachers pet. There are tears forming in my eyes. Nobody knows why. But I'm about to let go, and start sobbing, tell my parents everything and change the path of my entire life. ****************************************************** Its 2003. I'm sitting on the train. I'm looking out the window, but you just see me pressing my forehead against the reflection on the dark glass. The snow out on the embankment is looking beautiful in the darkness, the orange gauze of streetlamps and the white glow of the moonlight. I'm trying hard to concerntrate, and see if I can see the shape of the windows from the light cast from the carriage onto the white ground outside. I'm trying to see if I can see the shape of the pillars of metal casting a shadow. But look closely, and my breathing is deep, and parted in deep intakes of a heavy heart. My eyes look glazed and shiny, and I'm putting all my effort into not drawing attention to myself from the other passengers. I want to call someone but I don't know who. I want to say something, but I don't know what. On the outside I'm still wearing the same smile, the same mask, but on the inside I feel I'm half the woman I was six months ago. Its today. Its this evening. Tomorrow is doomsday. I'm praying to whoever there might be, that history will repeat itself in my favour again, and this is not the time when all my heartfelt belief in karma and fairness and justice turn their back on me when I need the courage to rise inside me to face up to other things. Other people. ****************************************************** Bully (n)(pl. bullies): a person who intimidates or frightens weaker people. - The Oxford English Dictionary. love, idles x ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now. http://mailplus.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: Still more ink polaroids
by Caitlin Pigtails 03 Feb '03

03 Feb '03

You can't see much in this one; it's a bit dark. There are bright coloured lights and mist in the background; it's some sort of dancefloor. Two girls are in the picture; one looks awkward and the other is dancing quite well. She has no idea what she's dancing to, but the first girl has just pulled her onto the dancefloor so she knows the girl must think it's very special music for being happy to. ----------- A black and white cat is standing on a window-ledge. Outside it's snowing big fat snowflakes down onto wet ground, so the snow isn't settling. You get the feeling that people want the snow to settle, so the world will be all glowing white. The cat is prowling. He has a hunty look in his eyes, he is looking out of the window wanting to pounce on each and every falling flake. ----------- This photo looks like it might be the same room. A girl is there, looking worried. She is looking around the room and everything in it, nervously. She looks as if she is trying to hide herself. She has visitors coming, and is looking round for things she needs to move so that her visitors don't find out anything about her. ------------ love xx caitlin -- http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/ "When life gives us lemons, we just sit there and sulk about it, in the corner of the room, in a fetal position." - Matthew Henderson, on the Sinister mailing list. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Rinky-Dink Polaroid
by robster 03 Feb '03

03 Feb '03

Hello! Seems a while since I've been here but I recently bought some more paper for the inky camera so here goes... *CLICK* *FLASH!* *bzzzzzt* ... In this one you can see a boy and a girl in an amusement arcade that's part of a nicely dilapidated seaside pier. The girl is in her early twenties, the boy is... older. They are engaged in a game of air hockey on a table that has subsided slightly on the fag-burned carpet that was presumably laid in the 70s. The boy is about to lose by a significant margin. He will later convince himself this was due to the sticky paddle despite the fact he still got his arse kicked after swapping sides. Despite the thrashing, he is very happy she's there by the sea with him. ... Robster __________________________________________________ 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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