Sinister: haikus revealed // week sixteen // two thousand and two

[ee fumblings]

Hi Again, Sorry
to forcibly enter your
box again so soon.

Thursday is the first
night of How Does It Feel To
Be Loved? in London.

It's bullshit. I don't
know. This is why music is
important to me.

It's all useless. I'm
tired of fighting it. I
just want to escape.

I haven't really
read over it. Or proofread,
or revised my thoughts.

Feel free to email
me and bitch about it, I
know I deserve it.

Holly came up with
the best one ever: Softcore
Cor-nell-ography.

I have no belle and
sebastian pals here, so that's
a bit saddening.

Ken also has a
new work e-mail address now
look. woo exciting.

I report about
them all... just a note about
the one I liked more.

I'm in the middle
of so many troubles... look
what happened to me...

Like you're in a cruel
experiment, to see how
far you will go. Fool.

I woke up to find
Matt had posted, so I read
it, still half-asleep.

All I know is I
am inclined to believe and
I tend to like things.

And he's still alive,
so it couldn't have been him.
Which made me wonder.

I can't yet face a.
a diary extract from
my so called life b.

Finally, a chance
to push my crappy taste on
others heh heh heh.

Thank you, thank you, thank
you to everyone who came
to the club tonight.

Thanks to David Moore
for keeping an eye on the
list, as do others.

Analyses of
a few songs/albums (within
reason) are ok.

You hope stopping one
thing may help something else heal.
Always worse happens.

I quit college and
traipsed about Lancaster
waiting for nothing.

Not yet. But soon. Six
months on.....left the town....feeling
melancholy. Heh.

Some conversation.
This is novel. But the last
tube is iminent.

This technology
is teasing. We lay our
emoticons bare.

Roses The Roses.
The Smiths the Queen is dead. The
Pixies Doolittle.

Not only that, but
one of the people who was
moaning was Linda.

Can you post this? My
work e-mail client doesnt play
well with sinister.

Mailing is cheap in
the first world, and there's yet a
lot of joy to sow.

I took my pizza
slice and left. I've had better,
but not recently.

I'm still quite happy.
I'm chewing nicotine gum
like its oxygen.

Come to think of it,
I really don't remember
that in the list rules.

Forget your "I HEART
KEN CHU" badges. The cult of
Ken Chu is over.

I could have put it
in roman numerals. Or
perhaps a) b) c)...

And if it doesn't
happen straight away, keep on
thinking about it.

I remember it.
Or maybe I'm just falling
behind with the times.

I'd let it go for
free but thats just not the case
unfortunately.

I have forgotten
now... Ok I'm off and I
will stop boring you.

// ee //


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