The quality of spam is definitely improving. Of course, 99.9% of the time it gets caught in my spam filter to be zapped en masse. Occasionally emails that I genuinely want get zapped too by mistake ... at least that's my excuse, if you've not received a reply from me.
Perhaps it was a subliminal desire for valium, but for some odd reason this evening I actually read one of the glut of spam emails that seems to have done nothing but increase over the last six months.
And here it is. Quite beautiful prose, ever so slightly meaningless, but no less intriguing for it. Even the picture has a certain, je ne sais quoi about it.
It was waking up that was difficult. Some hours had slipped by. Would have to do something. And that something would probably mean everything that you have done has been wrong. Attempting to deceive. It had always been sung in sensuous contralto by Madonette. Dont talk. Listen. I dont know what day it is. How much time is at a great pace into the microphone on your pinkie. They were found suspended in the chimney from the smelter. Along with something like you;ll find out soon enough. I had no choice. And I had down. He stood that way, unknowing, unseeing as a young man appeared.
Free Cialis to the first person to recognise the source of any of the above prose. P.S. Verbalism has now officially attained splog status.
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