My Ink Polaroid You can almost smell the coldness in the air. Im alone in the station shelter apart from one other person. Hes wearing a hat, which fails to cover either one of his ears. Hes staring out the window as a car is pulling into the station car park, the headlights cut through the darkness like a knife through water, its 5.56am. The windows of the station shelter are frosted over, showing them to be in much need of a wash, snow can be seen outside, blowing furiously in the somewhat violent and unmerciful wind. The more sensible people among us have chosen to stay in their warm cars till the train arrives, Its on its way. Patrick x http://www.flantastic.tk _________________________________________________________________ Surf together with new Shared Browsing http://join.msn.com/?page=features/browse&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=74&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+