Hello! I'm going to talk about decapitation today! It is related to list business, because you would definetly leave a ...TRAIL OF DEAD(death), and since when have they been unrelated to anything? Especially tunes? So! Reading about decapitation on tube trains has made me feel a little unsafe, sitting at my desk with neck exposed to the elements. I know it is unlikely that a tubular train will rush through my office and tear open my neck with harsh steel wheels exposing the raw sinew (as opposed to the cooked sinew I have in my butties) to the acidic daffodill scented air of the third floor, but still, it's not unreasonable to casually retain a hand on your neck in caution, is it? For the past ten minutes I have been shuddering whilst visions of wheels slicing through my neck and my lifeblood splattering the filing system. Does anyone else dwell on graphic visions of their distasteful death in unlikely circumstances? I know a few of you dwell on thoughts of Isobel Campbell, which I imagine to be just as distasteful, if less "tomato ketchup" splattered. Actually, I could carry on and be even MORE distasteful but I won't! Eww!! No don't worry, I am sure that listening to "Beyond the Sunrise" or "The Gate" would be better than decapitation by tube train, no honestly! Was that a bit too morbid above? I don't really mean it. Just such an easy target...You should know what I think about when I'm *really* bleakly depressed, rather than just bored mindlessly. But there is hope. Bring it on, lunch! I didn't have a dream about BelleNSebastian but I had a dream in which someone who has one of their records (ie me) popped up, so I'm going to tell you about it. In the kitchen on Saturday whilst waiting for a party to start "swinging", I told the gathered group of kitchen dream analysts. They say it is a surprise that I have it together enough to leave the house. I only leave the house because I have to work, I tell them. If I had an option I am sure staying in bed all the time would be a life choice, if rather a depresing one filled with bedsores... ah yes. The main thing that happened was that my teeth fell out. Apparently in boys, this is classic fear of castration. I am a girl. So then someone said it means I fear lack of control and it represents my insecurities in the world. I said they fell out whilst I was surrounded by my entire family. OH, you're *really* insecure, they said. AND the boy I'm currently over-obsessed with. AND I was in my pyjamas, at a posh party. And THEN my clothes started falling off, and I was trying to hold them up, whilst holding half of my teeth and spitting blood! *gurgle*... Then everybodys head exploded with the godammed symbolism of it all. What do any pop psychologists here think? I'm reading "On Kissing, Tickling, and Being Bored". I will consult. Sarah xoxo +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+