Well, spam volume is really cranking up going into the fall. I've received 26 spam already today. Not sure where they all come from, but they come. Just noticed I have 120 more spam in my rolling 30-day spam filter than I did a month ago.
God, could my life be any more boring? Spam, spam, spam, blah, blah, blah.
sender: Rich Conner
subject: he be beautiful
of thoughts and feelings will provide
a humanitarian spring-board
viewer at his/her location.
Instead of a nail on a wall, "adjust" people
As more and more communications move away from analog
files for the artist and publisher.
Electronic mail, faxes, cellular phones and virtual realities turn off when their is repetition.
By the year 2010, the term Globally this new technology will be beyond human modes of expression.
democratic decentralized system.
cellular phone, and a mug of fresh things.
Go see the movie Slacker: a musical score
speak the language
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
spam poetry #10 - spam at 417
sender: Ida McLaughlin
subject: it Tiopronin
Reminiscences connected with the spot where he had so disastrously...
lesson: I think of the number of yards of net in Miss Murdstones Yes.
Thats just his character, said I.
He's as brave as a perfect picture of neatness - though I made no further.
My dear Master Copperfield, she replied, we went to Plymouth.
as to me, I was dissolved in tears, that he hung over her
In a ... he makes hisself a sort o servant to her.
Allow me to inquire, Miss Trotwood, interposed Miss Murdstone,
- once beyond the houses, there was neither -
plunging in her short arm to the love,
Peggotty might send it, if she liked.
she had launched Mr. Peggottys house.
The ROSE was bound to the port of Rotterdam, whither the other?
He began, at least, calling me Mr. Balfour,
and plainly speaking I had been out, one day, loitering somewhere.
I could hardly find the door, through the tears that stood in my
I confess I am Mrs. Waterbrooks opinion, said Mr. Waterbrook.
Extraordinary.
I do something in that way myself - perhaps a murmur of voices had been audible on the outside,
the fire got low; and there was nothing real in all that I milk.
These she put down upon the table without a word,
glaring at meals,
it was James More that did the talking.
No doubt but he, talked.
Then she.
Indeed, Both Mr. and Mrs. have seen a good deal of life.
Emly is like me, said Peggotty, and would like to see him
subject: it Tiopronin
Reminiscences connected with the spot where he had so disastrously...
lesson: I think of the number of yards of net in Miss Murdstones Yes.
Thats just his character, said I.
He's as brave as a perfect picture of neatness - though I made no further.
My dear Master Copperfield, she replied, we went to Plymouth.
as to me, I was dissolved in tears, that he hung over her
In a ... he makes hisself a sort o servant to her.
Allow me to inquire, Miss Trotwood, interposed Miss Murdstone,
- once beyond the houses, there was neither -
plunging in her short arm to the love,
Peggotty might send it, if she liked.
she had launched Mr. Peggottys house.
The ROSE was bound to the port of Rotterdam, whither the other?
He began, at least, calling me Mr. Balfour,
and plainly speaking I had been out, one day, loitering somewhere.
I could hardly find the door, through the tears that stood in my
I confess I am Mrs. Waterbrooks opinion, said Mr. Waterbrook.
Extraordinary.
I do something in that way myself - perhaps a murmur of voices had been audible on the outside,
the fire got low; and there was nothing real in all that I milk.
These she put down upon the table without a word,
glaring at meals,
it was James More that did the talking.
No doubt but he, talked.
Then she.
Indeed, Both Mr. and Mrs. have seen a good deal of life.
Emly is like me, said Peggotty, and would like to see him
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