Saturday, August 25, 2007

But I don't like Spam!

~Monty Python

I only ever get 2 types of spam:

1) Grammatically-painful personal emails concerning my penis

"Hello mvmedstudent- Take a last look at your penis, it will never be that small again"

"Hello mvmedstudent- Your penis start growing here"

"Hello mvmedstudent- You will be able to penetrate much more deeper"

"Hello mvmedstudent- Make your penis lllooooonnnngggggg....!!!"

2) Abstract poems about on sale office software

Yes. The obvious
Close at the end of distance the two Chose
In realms of dingy gloom and deep crevasse
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
Unreadable from behind—they are well down
Seized from creation by nonentity,
By the design of our own silent eyes
This perfection, this absence.
Is the moon to grow
demonstrating their talent for comedy—stroke
Merely a mockery of spring
Deep in the fog that quenches every ray,
Against which we have been projected? What . . .
Toward the still dab of white that oscillates
In dense bare branches, or the ubiquitous
From there. Toward . . .
Upon from the right by far trees, that white place
In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretching
I might have happily lived some other childhood.
Adobe on sale for $89.99.

Given by nature will soak into it.
III. Chronology of Northern Exploration
to restaurants for Early Bird Specials.
Not daring to oppose
That desire has ever built, have approached
Blurring the terrain,
That open before me? What I see
Archangel Winter, darkness on his back
Of meaning like these the world created by
Snow haze gleams like sand.
With my foot the supple ball, for perhaps
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
When Arctic winds crack down from Canada
Nor, indeed, the bit of paint itself can know of.
And off the white smoke swims
Summer bees were saying
Pierced by the mist that fades away,
Clear-voiced despite its years, strong, eloquent
I know,
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