Today's email poetry

Published on June 30 2006

...which came with the subject line: "Hiya, Mud-Colored" Hmmmmph! And I thought I had a fairly nice tan going this year, too. MUD-colored???? Anyway, it was the usual Russian Viagra/Texas Hold'em Poker spam, except for the little blurb at the bottom.

am I mad? Am I dead? What is this?" green stuff the better. He trades his life for greenbacks. And so it looked turning overhead. Kirill. There was no point in even suggesting it--he wasn't the type. a bigday for him, a day whose sunrise he no longer remembered. bag into my hip pocket, and we trekked across the institute yard to the Zone Livingston Seagull was practicing. A hundred feet in the sky he lowered a sick poodle's again. He shuddered, lit a new cigarette

Kinda has an oddly existentialist aspect, don't you think? Almost worth wading through the 1280 spams of the week--and NOTHING is going to make me open the ones advertising a FREE!!!!! Nike Sasquatch, either!