last tuesday, on my way to campus at night... *** It's dark and cold outside. There's a girl standing in the middle of the snow-covered sidewalk, stopped to look at her hand. There's a mist of condensed breath hanging in the air in front of her face. She looks as though she was in a hurry before she stopped. She looks like the type that's always late. As you approach her, wondering what could be wrong with her hand, you notice that the air is shimmering, as if you lived in a giant sparkly snowglobe. The trees, the cars, the street and the sidewalk are covered in twinkling drifts of snow. You begin to understand. You're right beside her now, and she is smiling as she examines her hand. Her gloves are black and you can finally see the small handful of tiny perfect snowflakes, their points shining brilliantly against the dark field. She can't believe that something so beautiful and amazing happens by chance, and you don't have to be famous or clever or gorgeous to deserve it. All you have to do is look. *** Happy Ink Polariod Monday _________________________________________________________________ STOP MORE SPAM with the new MSN 8 and get 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+
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