I KNOW YOURE OUT THERE. I CAN SEE YOU LURKINK BEHIND THE HUMMING COMPUTER SCREEN, WAITING FOR THE PERFECT MOMENT TO POUNCE. I CAN HEAR THE BELLE AND SEBASTIAN PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND, CAN SMELL THE UNFLUSHED TOILET, CAN TASTE... my point, if you live anywhere near los angeles or san diego, say hi, come out of the closet, let dance and play dodge ball, red rover, and duck duck goose at a picnic together, and as the sun goes down pull out out our lighters and sway back and forth with warm fuzzies in our hearts and warm beers in our hands. i dont know, it just sounds kinda cool to meet some people whom you somehow like even though you.ve never met them before''' you know what they say about the friendliness of our folk... last night i fell asleep to a low glowing-grey moon marbled by beautifully swollen cotton clouds, creeping... and this morning i awoke to my damn hanging plant having grown a green tentacle down to my bed and into my ear!! word. lindsay. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . Ascolta, questo � pish, io sto andando lasciare -----------------------------------------------------------------------