it was a quiet afternoon and things weren't going so well: all these crossing lines communicating somewhere as if the signal box of that highly important mainline was shifting louchely of it's own casual accord and those big steel trains hurtling nowhere and maybe about to crash. however one always feels the need for solution a formulation a triangele in the saline ocean-reflected sky: I shalln't say too much but I'm already buried, and, btw: the flowers; little tiny fresias, are in a cool breeze rather sweetly and their scent, too, goes nowhere. Stop. metaphors of screeching rusty brakes of a night-express or word-play on stop/sop/glob/global morning and where? again; where? one cannot love everyone: not in the true sense of always being there. Only this myth we thought might be a nice idea might achieve that but that was then: at its apotheosis of corruption about one thousand years ago: analysed 500 years go once the crusaders stopped killing moors and stuffed with miracles farther back. Or so it is written and, on the net: we write. Why? In order to connect, but connection isn't enough. As James Bond said, as said by the actor Pierce Brosnan: the world is not enough. So, what is enough? REALITY yeah; that mundane thingy someone's face: maybe I get the whole thing wrong and figured instantaneous: maybe you read and think I'm not being private and discreet and using a pop band and the efforts of a very talented gentleman to further my own instincts i'm trying not to: if I thought it was either bad or daft, yes, but if one might search for the slightness of truth the truth is a very slender animal scary as an eel: as bright as the glints on a running stream May I? maybe you don't want me to: I'm bored of being embarassed: I'm bored of being sad and shy. I still think that sadness and shyness are beautiful things like those ants that were trapped in a rock and are still alive four thousand years later But why later? 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+