One time Napster filled me with a celestial joy because I found Mambo Miam Miam by Serge Gainsbourg when I had just about Given Up. Although I fantasize from time to time of sexy old men doing the 'miam miam' purrrrrfectly like a cat, there is nothing like the REAL THING: http://www.missprint.org/splat/ It's got all the cool cats shaking their feline hips, pretty soon they'll be rolling a couple of catnip joints and it's gonna be a wild party. What's number 3? It sounds like Kenny Rogers to me. G!O! L!I!S!T!E!N! N!O!W! A few of the girls in my Politics class have had to read Promiscuities,and some of it makes me think of Struan, dark goddess of the woodland mist... Apparently, women get excited when a young man breaks an expensive and delicately crafted instrument onstage, as it is a longing for a 'demon lover'. But of course, how could this be any other way of the Stuart? There was also some interesting stuff about the intense friendships girls have as children, and it just seemed so true. Remembering...of course,intense crushes on boys when I was a child, but it was the girls (not counting PopStars or Imaginary Men) who I made plans to run away and conquer the world with. Anyways, the idea was that adult heterosexual women sometimes have a sense of a lost Eden. "In a way, there will be nothing as exciting as this love between girls ever again. This love has codes and repression, innocence and distant obsession..." It all makes me think of something that Stuart seems to touch, a real innocent sweetness, a simplicity in life, or at least, I feel he does,that I just love so much! Especially in his earlier songs, the girls are so credible...makes me dream of grade 5 summers and camping trips, baths, and endless beauty experiments. One friend and I used to have this punching-bag that was bigger than our whole bodies, sometimes we'd kick it and then sometimes we'd pretend it was a boy to kiss. Hee hee. Your Bosom Friend, Genevieve p.s Oh, one last thing, I promise. Today, as I stepped outside to brave the Arctic Blast, a magestic Canadian Snow-Peacock dropped a scroll at my feet as it danced a little jig and winked at me, before mysteriously flying away...the scroll reads: " Princess Honey Full woman, flesh-apple, hot moon, thick smell of seaweed, mud and light in masquerade, what secret clarity opens through your columns? What ancient nice does a man touch with his senses? Oh, love is a journey with water and stars, with drowning air and storms of flour; love is a clash of lightnings, two bodies subdued by one HONEY. Kiss by kiss I travel your little infinity, your borders, your rivers, your tiny villages; and a genital fire - transformed, delicious - slips through the narrow roadways of the blood till it pours itself, quick, like a night carnation, till it is: and is nothing, in shadow, and a flimmer of light. XXX Gunther " _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail 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 +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+