Yesterday as I waited for the bus, a suited man hovered around. He began distributing bibles to everyone around me. Then he just walked past me. Now, I didn't particularly want a bible, but I thought he could have at least offered. Or, does he know something about the state of my soul that I don't? I guess I should call my brother the minister to decipher the meaning of this, or a fortune teller. Oh, I guess you noticed--those are my bags by the door. Darling, I think I need a little space. I have been subscribed for over a year now, and I just feel that we have grown apart. I need some time to wander. Of course I will return (how could I not?) In the meantime, please take care of yourself. Do you realize how beautiful and special you are? This is the last living and loving you will hear from me for a few weeks; I think I might cry. Living and loving Matthew +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+