Sinister: They called him 'popcorn'...
Beautiful people! School starts again (for me) to-morrow; the snow's almost gone: spring must be coming, which means that I ought to be digging through my laundry-heap looking for anything pastel. I sat on a train last night completely mesmerised by the conductrix's metallic-pink nails--quite the shade of chocolate, egg-shaped candies. It's now my third semestre, and I'm fully prepared to relive the awful disappointment of not finding a single Classics professor who wants desperately to sleep with me. This is a bit outdated, but I'd like to say that I like the English language. Quite much, thank you. This being because, although I fancy I can flirt tolerably well in French, my conversational knowledge of said language comes only through pop music, the labels of beauty products and Canadian foods (which I find in New York frequently), and Balzac's Comedie Humaine; as such, I'm sure I sound like a fool. Although not much more foolish than when I say 'Your eyes enchant me,' or something of similar romantic grandeur. Showing us how well diaper-trained she is, Radiation girl expressed:
I have not been in love with anyone for three years at least - except with imaginary people. For example - Romeo in Baz Luhrmanns Romeo & Juliet; Tyler Durden in Fight Club, and most recently Count Nicholas Rost�v in War & Peace (yes, the book!).
Ah! So close to my heart! Count Rost�v is indeed a fine fantasy-lover; more so than any other boy in any other Russian novel that I've read. I would at this point like to recommend War & Peace to everybody here who can stomach a long book (with the hope that a popular movie will be made of it, spurring the publication of many abridged versions, much like they now do with _Les Mis�rables_, which, although of necessarily inferior quality, will make the experience slightly more accessible to those of us who can't). And I would also like to opine that love for fictional characters is perfectly constructive. I've had an on-again/off-again sleeptime love-affair with Robert Lovelace (of Richardson's _Clarissa_'s fame) for nearly two years now, even though every bit of sense I have tells me that he's wicked in a bad way. And something dead, too, if the text of the narrative is to be believed. Lastly, I recently acquired a pair of lovely striped jeans without accounting for the improbable length of my legs. Having got them home tonight and tried to think of ways to lengthen the trousers, I'm quite convinced that the thing cannot be done in a fashionable manner (which, when dealing with striped trousers, is of ultimate importance). I would like to offer them, *completely free** to anybody who wants them (although, in the case of more than one person caring for such an article, a haiku competition may be resorted to). I imagine they'd fit a slight-figured person, five-and-a-half feet tall. Pictures and accurate, metric measurements can be provided upon request. -Paralis. * completely free excepting p&p, as necessary. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+
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