Saturday, September 29, 2007

A piece of spam

This is a piece of spam I recieved.

Weirdly, it's not addressed to my email address.

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Hollis Irvin <>
Date: 20 Sep 2007 11:38
Subject: woryv

XIII. The Route to the North
Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
Bronze the sky, with no
A matter of getting all that right . . .
their bellies, they're out cold, instantaneously
Archangel Winter, darkness on his back
Billows the fog, cloaks
The purest form is always the one
Preface to the 1948 Edition
Or by the loud hand of painting, always puts.
Preface to the 1970 Edition
Yes. The obvious
XVII. Greenland
The face of a Quos ego),
and chaste, lovely as lakes to the retired men
Appear to lift up from the lake;
I've drifted somewhat from the distant heart
People might see to be the opening
At four, the spectators leave in pairs, off

And even funnier, it doesn't make sense.

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