new years eve post. my fingers are stiff and cold. I like the short stories i ahve read by DH Lawrence, but i dont' think i could really stoop (sic) to reading his novels, i've read too many analyses of them and they sound very sick and twisted and misogynistic. as good as his writing is technically, i'm one of them sorry bastards who can't get past my prejudices. sorry. (to whom? i dont' know.....) hola christa, mi wee belle in the lovely DC, refreshing to happen upon you in this godforsaken wasteland....Just kidding..... just kidding.......i swear.......it's 8 am and i have not slept since early yesterday please humor me...... i only wish i could get pissed for the holiday. chance shall find me in my slag heap of a hometown with my oldest high school friends, being very bored i imagine. god where are the lesbian bars around here. all i want is a new years kiss for once in my life! AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!! i just dont see any other way of getting one. no,i dont' want a kiss from a boy, unless you're stu m, i might consider, but then i'd probably change my mind at the last minute, sorry stu. yer a darling but you're so immaculate, i'd feel ashamed of myself. and yes, who is the cutest one. let us argue, wangle and discuss until our heads turn blue and fall off. come on, guys, no one CARES about the subtle nuances and literary themes of their exquisite tunage!! we wanna talk about HOT, SEXY ASS!!!! you know it's true. you all pretend to be so hep, but inside your trousers are just burning to get some belle booty. dont' kid yourselves, the truth will set you free. so, name your drug(er, member) of choice, and get over to glasgow with a tranquilizer dart and a big net and some barry white tunes and a quart of malt liquor, and get ready for some hot Lovin' to start off the new year right. a dose of thrush indeed! i hear the Love Bus will making a special stop, fitted with custom lighting and exclusive plush velvet purple rhinesthone covered settees just perfect for that moment when I hold stevie's hair, and you yank his pants down and get it started. (inside joke, apologies to stevie) congrats to matthew, our ever loving companion, for beating me to the b/s monopoly concept. boo. i would cry for not being the first and original, if his ideas weren't just so great and so close to my own....... let's make this thing happen everybody, sister disco? wanna join the monopoly party? Alix? you in?? um....i want my tiggerjammies, and i want them bad. i'm getting desperate. i might just have to order it online or something cos i can't wait for my rekkid shop to call me up, when, could be months from now! lousy bastards. they dont' understand how urgent it is. at least i can say i've heard all the songs, though. i'd have to havemy memory refreshed on a summer goes song, and i liked the high girly singing on slow graffiti (don't i always??) but right now in preview hypothetical mode my big money is on The GAte to win by a nose, just edged in by TIJAMR, for it's moody build-up and yummy description of shyness in the face of girl affection. c'mon kids, it's elixir, elixir, those heavenly voices, i'm in dream land, thankyou lovely lassie!!! stars in my eyes, like a tiny pink bonbon, so small and delicious. and wait i should quit while i'm ahead. i can't recall exacctly the words, but i enjoyed all the posts today from people who discussed their adventures, esp the one who met b/s couple in a record shop, and all the snow dreaming going on. fox in the snow, it''s such a lovely phrase to roll over your tongue, so crisp and demure and meditative. say it again like a mantra. ouch, my face hurts. i won't humilate myself further, i've already mentioned things i promised i would never speak here again. but my mouth is so big, things come slipping out, especially when you're madly sleep deprived. you may punish me if you wish. i doubt i would notice when the switch comes down on my lily white skin. i have bruises on my knees today. i'm off to dream of huge porcelain pools of blue water. if you want some good cheer go listen to the album Cerulean by the ocean blue, they're very sweet and delicate in their tweeness, and it's decidedly shoegazerly jangly faux-Brit textures and gentle singing will have you smiling like a sedated imbecile in no time, glad that the sun came out another day. call me gullible, or tasteless, it's all the same to me. love from the pits of sexless misery........ ooh i'm trembling from lack of sleep. lesleyJo tweeness is an attitude, make of it what you desire. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". 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