Sinister: somebody vomited, drip, drip , drippy blood, quite nice and sweet vermillion; birds twitter
I'm asleep of course. I shouldn't be sending emails somnabulantly but it feels squigy and dangerous. And I'm not at all sure what's going to come out next. "What *is* about to come out next?" asks a Russian pilot, leaving the hulk of aeroflot on auto. The drinking of root beer, says I. Out of a beige plastic cup. "ciggie?" says he, in an east-of-the-urals accent. "It's a non-smoking, capt'n". We can't have everything. HerÂ’esy release a duff first single says Passant It is duff, and the poor haggard-looking producer guy was quite proud of it and thought it 'adult'. Maybe he's tired too. Me waits for the plastic smiles to become as hard as nails. Kym is fine, though. Dyspepsia doesn't rule: it's simply there. Crouching Tizer, Hidden Vimto Peter Miller I've never met you, but what a line (/me drop-kicks you candy) moments easily brokenÂ… says Sunnyset how true: are dreams not the casting of earthly life in context? /rouss has a moment on the back doorstep; flapper of wings; sunshine but melting ice on the wooden chair; dad says he got a phone-call and puts on an accent "posh bint" I say: dad has a hard time realising people with double barrelled names are real. He pots a plant. I love him. list dom lisa sounded a bit down. You seem to have acres of space: that seems beautiful too. The Prince MacKinnon and Karren Gill have a spat. It's like those civil wars, those horrors of nationhood. The two of you are darned fine individuals, nough said, here. If the politicians are desensitized to people, it calls for voting them out. But things are tough. People are stronger. I was riding on my scooter today and I was listening to my walkman as usual... "century of fakers" came on... what a great song that is... my fave B&S 7"... says velvelette what a woman! 7" on a *scooter*? My modem will never connect. I'm sure of it. I have to ring the people I work for to say, erm, I know I haven't been at work since early December and even then intermittently: I'm reliable! (I'm not)(very much not) here in fear, Gordon +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+
First off I'd like to say that I watched human traffic last night too... I was in a room with some friends and then that advert for Teachers came on and I exclaimed loadly "Wow, it's The Boy With The Arab Strab" and we met be looks of bemusement, confusion, and utter contempt... ho hum. I saw that girl today, the one with the pink hair. She was just leaving out student union and she kind of said "hello" and "You ok" in a very none-commital way. I tried to strike up a conversation and she said she had to go to put some flyers up for the college ellection, for her housemate. Later I was in my halls of residence and I saw her again, again I tried to strike up a conversation and she just kind of passed me a flyer and wondered off. I was a little upset. 4/1 girl/boys ratio on my campus and I can't get anyone vaguely cool (I get all the really dumb, desperate girls, or the 'I'm so cool' brigade, nothing in between)... oh well, maybe next time. I think I sacred this one by being drunk on Friday. Finally... where is this picnic? Can someone mail me. I REALLY want to go... but no-one wants me *shyly hides head on chest*, I'm just going to sit here and type till someone notices me. You will notice me won't you. Please? I'll hold up a sign. I'll dance around a fire. Hey I'll even strip naked for you. I'll do all three things at once while gargling with Dr Pepper and Ribena intermitantly... oh come on, my body isn't that repulsive and we all like Dr Pepper... *pleading look*. "We make computers... but we don't know how to operate computers" - 17 year old Manila factory worker The Happy Reaper +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+
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