Sinister: haikus revealed // weeks twentynine to thirtyfive // two thousand and two

[ee fumblings]

Subject: Sinister:
Insensitivity a
speciality.

Ahem. Well, while so
many of you have lost your
smiles, I lost my voice.

If you ever get
out a map, you'll see it, its
a place called Finmark.

I resented the
fact that really, there was no
flush mechanism.

But that was Silje.
Going for the glamour puss
knock-em dead approach.

If I didn't know
better, I would have thought that
he was a con-man...

The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The
Buff Medways, and other less
well known bands. It's great.

Then I found him. I
spent a lot of the morning
talking to the cops.

But damn it! I /have/
actually been doing
things. All week, in fact.

Especially when the
point was too help... sometimes those
darts hit the deepest.

Mr Cooke still gives
good horn. And Stuart sounds a
lot like Donovan.

A recording with
the vocal mixed higher would
be fantastic, please.

I moved them into
a shady corner to start
their spidery lives.

Catchy tune, great words.
They should copyright that one
while they have the chance.

The funniest bit
is that my mom took away
the drugs from my shrink.

It's my dream to have
a miraculously fast
metabolic rate.

Sinisterians.
My name is Nathan and I
am from Australia.

I heard her voice. She
was in her regular clothes,
not her uniform.

Firstly, this is the
four-month anniversary
of me not posting.

It's a cultural
smorgasbord here at Sussex
Uni don't you know.

I have Sinister
to thank for nearly all of
the bands that I love.

I'm going to make
him a red velvet tombstone
birthday cake! Oh yes.

Nothing smutty should
be read into that last phrase.
The smut comes later.

I am writing this
on an electrically
powered plastic box.

Anne was going to
cry at one point, after the
splashing incident.

Ah, listalgia
has been upon me like ink
on a polaroid.

I played "Fuck This Shit"
at my church, and no one was
any the wiser.

He is the bane of
my existence and he makes
me want to kill things.

Alan Titchmarsh "You've
given a lot of women
a lot of pleasure".

The crazy churches,
with foaming-mouthed members
who hate the unlike.

Paris is OK,
I suppose, I am getting
used to it again.

Linda's been her own
sweet self keeping everything
going publically.

I hope it will be
said: 'OUR PANTS WERE SCARLET, BUT
OUR POSTS WERE READ'.

IT LIKE BRIGHTON BUT
CRAP? Yeah but at least both its
piers are still working.

// ee //

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