Infidel and Hope on the Meat Wheel ----------------------------------- At work on Easter Sunday (which is unholy enough), I think I'll fill out my tax forms. As I poured coffee into my mug, I saw the dead cockroach belly-up on the floor and had an epiphany: if I dare to do my taxes on Easter Sunday, I'll either be reincarnated as this beastie here, or suffer being cast as the evil one ejected by Jesus from the synagogue when history replays itself. I'll post to Sinister. That's holy, that'll help my soul progress on the quivering meat wheel, won't it? sex sex sex ----------- I don't observe Easter Sunday really. It's an important day, I think; it might be one of those few days left that inspires --gasp -- reverence in people. The ritual of spring affects me more now than the memories of Sunday school Easter bible stories. the resurrection of the wine god. youthful stirrings. and everywhere you look in Nature, sex sex sex (unless youre lookin into my bedroom window which, by the way, if you are, why not come in? I've been watching the mating dance closely and I've got the steps down: I shake my rump feather, and flit away, you chase me, I squawk and chirp, you don't give a damn, and you try some more, with a persistence that's not ashamed of itself -- Nature gives you license). Belle and Sebastian Anonymous -- Can I see some flesh? ------------------------------------------------------ Apart from my one friend Rachel I don't know any blood-and-flesh B&S fans. I mean, I'm sure you all really have blood-and-flesh, but none I can see. Rachel tries her hardest, last night she made impressive use of a broom, a jug of laundry detergent, the plastic softening ball for the washer, and a cutting board for melody while we danced to Sinister. As I walked her home, I resorted to an amplified squawking of Sinister songs, hoping to see the head-jerk reaction of a stranger who recognised such a foreign language. It feels like that sometimes: running off a few lyrics as if they were words of your native tongue that no one seems to understand in this oasis. Sigh. Does anyone else strategically drop lines, like say, when passing a girl walking in the opposite direction? Well-wishes for the lucky concert-goers -------------------------------------- Buon divertente to the Edinburgh Sinisterines seeing the show tomorrow. I'm sure with Monica Queen you'll get a perfect version of Lazy Line Painter Jane. Remember too April Fools Day. Maybe you should dress Goth-like, long black trenchcoats and loadser dark mascara, and give the Belles a start by chanting 'Nine Inch Nails! Nine Inch Nails! before they come on. Just to take the piss like. Like Ken enthused, it's good practise for the release of Storytelling. Tony Blair as Jesus Christ? --------------------------- Sad to hear the Queen Mother died. I cynically thought for a moment that they faked the death, so PM Blair could stage some kind of Lazarus resurrection in time for Easter Sunday, and rescue the faltering PR machine of New Labour. I'm definitely going to end up as that cockroach. I know it. resurrections and pease, t.s. p.s.: your haiku dose: A combo: mud and Snow -- the young girl is perplexed. Memory. Desire. p.p.s.: has anyone read Niall Griffiths? I finished _Grits_ yesterday and loved it. Very much like The Perks of Being a Wallflower. __________________________________________________ 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@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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+