hey lot, band content up top, courtesy of an aussie slang dictionary. Some quasi-poetic spiel below, courtesy of my simmering conscience and aversion to this damn day job.
B & S Ball: Ball held for Bachelors and Spinsters, singles crowd, often held in the bush or a remote location and often involving copious amounts of alcohol and sometimes mud! <<<<<
sounds like a hoot. perhaps in winter we can substitute snow angels for mud pies, mulled cider for alcohol, and steady sweethearts for bachelors and spinsters. On second thought, lets keep the copious amounts of booze. <<< poesy woosey infusion <<< I know the poetry parrot has flown the coop and it's friday, but a mid morning morose spell has spawned some purple prose... proceed at own risk because even the beats could do this better. sometimes even the silence isn't quiet, what with the stomach rumblings of affection extended outward with the unconscious expectation for expedited requited-ness, the streaking rage of the stress bind to a business world that rewards dilligent fakeness and proceedural conformity but affords verbally-oriented-individualist-types a compensation scheme amounting to economic impotence. Ack, upstream against that charges the blasted wrack which forces drive, drive, drive onward outward in an ecstatic strive towards euphoric alive. ahhh. so nice that alliterative euphoric alive. like a sweatheart's smile, a soft sweater against yr bare skin, or the stylish satisfactions of moving well within your body. But sadly, like a hangover that gets up before you to ruin the recollections of a perfect evening, the moments of bliss evaporate into such conditions as empty pockets, sore lips and swollen hips. I guess the problem with bathing in a fountain of youth only emerges when you dry off. The awareness of a discontinuity between you and peers that are still on track and have stoicly sidled up to the adolt responsibilites that cause rambuncious teens worldwide to pity their parents. (You know, the type of people who only ride the bus to get to work, get up early for chores on saturday morning and give you wide-eyed disapproving looks when you try to explain what you do for fun. Or the central role that fun still plays in your by-all-rights adult life) Kind of like trying to explain the appeal of b&s to those who only hear the strings, falsetto warblings and homoerotic intimations yet fail to feel the earnest emotion and honesty that has hooked us all not feeling the suchness all too much mike <<paying for the sin in sinister>> ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+