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the gent don't dharma [Sep. 30th, 2005|04:35 am]
8 or so bees in my bonnet
[music |scratch perverts-fabric big issue cd]


same,an agitated lady
curvilinear,a second brief.
straightforward,vassily stepanovich stuck
reflector,he gazed with
tutor,days of their
poll,obeying the gestures
cater,the prisoner glanced
towhee,sterlet on their
turn signal mirror and amorously
claude,of humid heat
dakota,the cart with
corn,may have found.
rachel,a few moments
dissonant,the moon floating.
omnipresent,the findirectors face
birch,whether he wished.
atmosphere,flared up behind
pestilent,but the conversation
cautious,vexed and cried


spam appendeges just keep on getting weirder.
each line is from a separate spam pretty much as i copied them. it almost makes some kind of twisted sense...




skulk, and the people c's, at once from, always, now interested most. burdock, as if rooted, gore, portrayal of human.

deltoid, was in such, libertine, to be sent, corps, conversation very skilfully. anna, other things like, lauren,
here's what measures:

ghastly, two voices were, numerology, and an unheardof, luke, whats your address?'. fact, wood stood beautiful, vivian, very well for that.

storey, i was mistaken!', suffrage, to save himself, lawman, spasm passing over. informatica, peering more attentively, salaried, previous days story

fleeing, the completely bewildered, ratty, the gent dont dharma, point? the point, across, not the very pathway, through the soldiers pamphlet, and started grumbling, otiose, formed a plan, dyad, the street lights

bonnie, the sobbing madame, format, historian who knows, bronchus, profile and full, late, voice that yeshua.

random, and my head, debby, the little commander,
newcomer, and to ivan, creamery, some five minutes.
nitroglycerine, zhukopov the novelist, samson, the stranger smiled, celery there he became, flautist, perfectly true!' thought.

around ocean daydreams, but midwife of bride cook cheese grits for ski lodge related to. When toward jersey cow reads a magazine, behind cargo bay sweeps the floor.

desorption, police! seize her!!', herpetology, why not?' arkady, saudi, the procurator asked, boniface, master whispered solemnly.


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[User Picture]From: fr0w
2005-09-30 03:58 am (UTC)
yeah..
they're like dadist poems.
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[User Picture]From: roses_rejoice
2005-09-30 04:04 am (UTC)
that first one makes a pretty damn good poem.
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[User Picture]From: paganmaid
2005-09-30 04:21 am (UTC)
I'm in total agreement here.

You back from Canada yet?

:)
-paganmaid
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[User Picture]From: bluescreen
2005-10-02 01:39 am (UTC)

.o

breathless commas!!
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