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@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+