we have reached a time in our collective history wherein the balance is shifting. what once had an order is being swept away into disorder and decay. the new order lacks consistency and coherency, the old order is faded and morose. this, brothers and sisters, is the time to strike. we are the sebastianites, the pure and true followers of belle and sebastian, come to lay claim to this barren wasteland. we bring an aged youthfulness and cynical optimism that will lead us into battle and through it feeling battered when we truly were not. we will hold our calves like flayed sausages and sing about intelligent machines with arms of sex. we are the nouveau and nouvelle and nouveaux. we will personify the living and raise them from the dead. we will dance to roolz and droolz and mayhap toolz long into the night, proclaiming joss as the mighty king of the party to which there is no end. we will lose ourselves and ourself in a myriad of lost weekends and find ourselves in flower beds watching the dew fall upon the wreckage of western society as it continues it's futile struggle against the impending apocalypse. the wreck of the zephyr and the rebirth of the phoenix, rewound and played by sisyphus on the celestial steenbeck of modern society. repetition becomes synonomous with poison, absinthe instead of currare. but enough emotion, let us not waste the day. our reminscences can only deter us for so long, we are intent upon the final strike. with that, i you, the people of sinister, the six theses. 1. society is a curse, nationality is a bind. we agree to free ourselves and stand in direct opposition to any who attempt to segregate themselves or others in terms of location, mental, physical, or metaphysical. 2. we frown upon physical exertion, both our own and that of others. we despise football, in all lands, and listen to music while lying on our backs with limpid musculature. 3. if one is tempted to ask why said list does not discover ___ band of moment, said person should think first, then cut their ear off. if said person still wishes to ask said question, said fate will meet him, her, it or them. 4. we worship a god of nectar and abhor a phallic place. 5. though we long for a society without boarder of gender and sex, we seek the ultimate vulgar experience of sexuality, as relayed third person with a number of important details replaced by nonsense words. 6. order is the bain of all socities. opposition will be listened to, but surely overcome, as the new order of sebastianites leads the procession into the next battlefield. join to us, we like thai elephants! love and rockets, magnetic megan mkl206@is8.nyu.edu are we not men? we are magnetic fields. http://www.dissemination.com/megan/magneticfields/ updated 8/5/99 +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+