Spam, I get spam

I get heaps of spam and many of them, especially those with graphics, have a paragraph of text appended at the end to circumvent spam filtering software. Some of it is quite hilarious in a delightful, non-sequitor kind of way, reminiscent of the Edward Gory poem that starts, "It was already Thursday, and as yet his Lordship's artificial limb had not been found..."

I share one of today's trawl for your delectation...


Letters. cried my aunt. I believe he dreams in letters. How can I go on as I am, a solitary curse to myself, a living mouth into a bud again, as if she would very much prefer to shut I'm content. If I doesn't find her, maybe she'll come to hear, together. She was like Hope embodied, to me. How different I felt at this signal, the little elephant, with a dexterity that was next you may possibly not be unprepared to receive the intimation that such a profusion of curls that it was quite a task to clear them.