Kirsten has a story about a Katie. Katies are potent indeed. I myself have been known to fall under their spell and lose at least one or two of my senses for days at a time, which results in my bumping into a lot of things. The attention of a Katie is liable to take the legs right out from under you, if you're not careful. Someone was talking away about something or other and said something about Will, which I naturally assumed to be about me, only it wasn't at all, because it was in fact about that Salt fellow and too busy being about him to be at all about me. I have decided that there are too many Wills here, so the others will have to go. You can change your names and come back, if you'd like, but ths is too confusing for me. I knew you'd understand. Someone else asked where all the New York sinisterites are. We're right here, sweetie. We had a big fucking picnic about a month ago. The question is not where are we, rather "where are you?" And the answer appears to be "New Jersey," which isn't New York at all, now is it? (The author has nothing against New Jersey and is only teasing so for god's sake tell your cousin to stop hitting me.) Laura Llew is shocked--SHOCKED!--that she might be an abomination. I'm sorry, dearie. You're the loveliest kind of abomination, but come on. Really now, you sell books. For money. That's not democracy, that's capitalism (*winks at Julie*). You'd make a right lovely librarian though, if you came into the light. OW! What's that pecking at me? Could it be...? Oh, no, it is only the Limerick Chicken, which cannot fly, so it pretty much hangs out behind my apartment and eats gravel. I'd gladly FedEx it to one of you, but I've already got enough beak-shaped scars, thank you. At any rate, the chicken had this to say: There once was a Laura called Llew And I swear that the following's true: She worked in a store Pimping books out like whores Instead of just sharing a few. Naturally, I cannot be held responsible for the opinions of the chicken, insightful though he may be. I've really been wanting a motorcycle. This peaked for a bit last night, as I was feeling very rock-n-roll and happened upon a Moto Guzzi whose vintage I cannot be entirely sure of, though it suggests the '70s. I must have it. If any of you knows anything about Moto Guzzis of indeterminate vintage, please identify this bike for me. It kind of resembles a BMW 60/5 and may have the number 3000 on it. In other news, the really cute (though married of course) woman with the really cute spaniel is currently in my library and browsing travel books. I'd swoon if I was smaller. As it stands, I'm liable to break something, so I'll remain conscious. For now. Pecan pie is still the best, and is considerably more American than apple pie. mmm pie. xo will (no, not that one. Will Porter. Don't act like you didn't know.) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Make international calls for as low as $.04/minute with Yahoo! Messenger http://phonecard.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+