hi. se cond post fear maybe. now ive got to fear that my secret life as a serial killer will be err. soemthinged. i'll give you a quick run down of soemthing. i had/havent got many trousers. so i cut into the bottoms to fold out the flappy bits. this makes quite a mess with bits of dead string and such. maybe it will be in the news. in the local paper. ''boy with no trousers on beats his trousers up on the patio''. i would like to think the quality of that could-be headline is equal to or greater in journalistic skills of the worksop guardian. i cant be bothered to see if that makes sense or not. so then i ironed the bottom bits. and continued to beat them. the white pair had a stain on he bottom where i killed the bin man i mean fell of my bike into a goats carcass. i mean err err err. so anyway. i wonder if i started making outrageous and horrible comments now anyone would notice. if i put ELVIS ELVIS ELVIS in big letters, maybe i will acquire a shed load of german tourist fans in a bus or coach? the my-writy-stuff readers amongst you, i.e two, will be pleased to know the elvis related-ness of them has gone a bit. maybe. although quite obviously, he still is in our hearts and minds, we keep him alive through carefull use of poetry story writing formaldahyde [r.e spelling. go away] . [no dont infact. i . anyway.] . hes alive anyway 1 year today since my scruffy handwriting adorned the bathroom wall with the profound text that was ''31-3-99'' i dont quite grasp the ''FREE DRUGS'' mirror-esque (?) campaign that famous club type magazine is doing. anyway, ironing. so i got the ironing board out. and isnt ironing just like gliding in several ways? like its gliding as it goes over said trouser. but i think the pleasure it gives a person must be on a par to flying one of those like sky type wings and stuff but no engine? things. i couldnt work out how to use the ironing board when putting it away. and it slammed 1 cm (i measured it honest) from my finger. the thought was very painfull. it reminds me in some obscure way of the time the romanian or soemwhere man came to ask the way to retford. i suppose it was the same hallway thing. tenuous. however thats spelt,. oh . i had a dream too. about the words twee grate hard kid sad jumper and multi-coloured all appearing in a paragraph cut-out of about 2cm by 4 cm. i think it was related to me cutting out the quote about urban hyms as being the verves album. as in the verves album urban hyms. it just made it sound like one. why i cut it out. i dont know. im goign to go and cry and get very scared now. in a cupboard. i guess people do longer posts than this. hmm. i think i will go and put my single tone fake brown beard n.h.s glasses with big bue eyes and eybrows with holes in the middle and a red head scarf type thing. as a disguise. mm,mmm. tape tree person. i dont actualy have any cds or tapes or anyhting music wise. my only posessions are a orange sock and a pipe. or i dont have anyhting to tape people. either way. hmm. id send another wonderfully personalised email to tell you this, but im scared, that i will go up from serial killer into cyber stalker serial killer. ignore that. bytheway. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+