I get a lot of spam, and about 90% of it is caught by my spam filter. The spam filter is aggressive, though, so I still have to look at the spam headers and make sure it didn’t catch email I really do want.
I understand the basics – spammer sends 30 million emails a day either through his own servers or an unprotected relay, usually faking his return address because he wants you to go to the site, not email him back. But this baffles me; it’s like weird spam prose.
This is what the spam said:
The object is a lofty lamp, for bleaches peel openly, Ghastly glance as a season revolves about the steep soul, Where porpoise returns through uncovering, invisibly, The shade likes, as if the lion is a case. Laugh laughs a funny hanger. A violin haunts, addressing slyly to an ugly ruler, Well playing, the frog dives as pit. The aardvark is a close wave, for forks demonstrate succinctly, For each torch, lift of the poor knight. When stomachs undo in hard snacks, the snack speaks, But where exposes the fork, as though seasons were cheerleaders, frankly Marking, pondering, returning, speaking, diving, And what is a spark, but a hard linguist? Rabid the day demonstrated an important heap, wordlessly And acorns show, pondering by devouring well yet cowardly, Until seasons enlarge spitefully, the glance says as table, But where throws out the spill, as though kites were tables, joyfully Spitefully solving, the kite plays as woman.
lonely man: suspensory gobbe intralobular decasemic cuspidor sophoclean
What the heck is this?
Actually, I wouldn’t mind spam so much if instead of offering me online medications and breast enlargement creams, they’d offer me poetry and country & western music.
Chasing the Wind 
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