Spam Poetry
Like all of the great scourges of history, spam has has wreaked untold suffering upon the populace. Apart from obviously clogging up every server and mailbox on this planet, spam is all the more depressing for the fact that it's often a complete and utterwaste of everyone's time, including the wretched spammer. It's a poor reflection on humanity when people out there are sending billions of emails which:
1. Are sent to addresses that don't exist
2. Are regarding products or services of a completely unexplained nature
3. Contain no way whatsover to purchase said products or services, or
4. Often contain no recognisable form of communication whatsoever, as the moronic spammer cannot master simple spamming applications.
It is an example of type 4 that has made my day, bounced back to my address because the one it came from doesn't of course exist and mine's vaguely similar. This one is a rare randomly formed flower in a field of manure, that has formed a delicate, dare I say Vogonesque, form of poetry. Behold!
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posted by Bear @ 7:07 am
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oh, frettled gruntbuggly
thy micturations are to me
as lurgled gabbleblotchits
on a turgid bee
groop! I implore thee
my froonting turlingdromes
for otherwise I rend thee in the gogglewarts with my blurglecruntcheon
see if I don't!
Mmmm, yes, that's mild compared to the spam. We've been getting a bit of that kind too lately, but not that er, good.
I've also been getting stuff that somehow gets images through the no-image download setting in Outlurk. Annoying.
As Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz once said: "Death's too good for them."
opps I think I forgot a line about hooptiously drangle me with crinkly something something something.
Again, I am astounded that I remember Vogon poetry better than say Robert Frost or John Donne. Mind you, I have actually tried to forget Donne.
Of course there is the classic Dead Swans Rotting in a Pond...
You ever come in here any more???
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