Lately, I have been amused and bewildered by the nature of spam comments turning up in my catcher. Whether they are pushing Canadian Viagra or Cartier replicas, the ads are a baffling combination of questionable SEO keywording skills and the bad, abstract poetry that tends to clog the notebooks of morose high school juniors with Edith Sitwell fetishes.
The following poem comprises the funnier bits of the latest of these spam opuses to grace my catcher. Read it and and tell me you don’t want to get your hands on bootleg Viagra or a fake Vuitton!
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you had since received sun and lake and a glow,
and i into them talked closely tanned the sort on its flesh in and back she called excited worried.
in the narrow panic once by his refuge in
holding her shrouds of your white repeater watches. cartier clones dropping silent shoulders from morning then shivering rage
and bore pistols to imagine the only five last wars which leaned
or turned him up.
Yagharek league. California giordino. Aston black martin in the zagato.
he would imagine the daytona – erased door in another bright existence.
On them roared, the creature brick, again as across the euphoria. Himself saw out this silver.
the shiny story which shook broken in their cage at the sign on the