so much to say, such limited methods..... so as they slowly drift into a dream, a faraway land creeps nearer and a sun of infinite beauty and finite mortality rises and falls slowly with the wake and draw of each new and past day. with the rise great empires of eternal discontent fall on their death bed as another day closes around them enveloping them in rich golden fantasy where confusion becomes clarity, only to be awoken. with the fall they see clearly the haze fades and the confoundedness re-appears. and the sweet harmony of the night chorus is heard to sing silence which without a word or a sound drowns out the tedious drone of life on earth. as this happens they see the great dawn become a false symbol of hope. and as they lie defeated yet victorious a cascade of euphoria slides over them. crystal shimmers curl up like serpents around them as pristine diamonds surround and murmer the praises of a thousand tormented souls. 'aurevoir joi, bonjour tristesse' +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+