more spam fiction

yet more fiction extracted directly from spam emails:

“When she straightened up she was holding the axe from the shed in one hand and a propane torch in the other. Yes, I know how you get, he thought. and locked it. But that was not so. To its left there was another door. There was a queer interval of silence, and Paul was frightened by what he saw on her face, because what he saw was nothing; the black nothing of a crevasse folded into an alpine meadow, a blackness where no flowers grew and into which the drop might be long. That, and some intellectual curiosity about where she had come from, and why now. collagen”

i kinda want to find out what happens next…

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JERUSHA!!

 

despatches from the west

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intriguing…

let's be honest, this blog doesn't get a lot of traffic (which is why i haven't bothered putting a stat counter on here anywhere – somehow seeing 3 – 6 hits a day is just slightly sad, even if this thing really is for my own entertainment / procrastination purposes).

so i'm kind of interested when i see that in the last few days people have come here as a result of plugging the following into their search engine:

'wheelchair sexy women'  & 'the fun machine that took a shit and die'

now i don't know what is more interesting, what they were looking for or why it ended up pointing to this blog… curious but kinda cool too…

hope they went on to find what they were looking for.

spam poetry

extracted from real email spam…

“No, Annie, he thought, suddenly filled with fury. deducible circumlocution It looked like an octopus”.

brilliant.

deadlines, schmedlines….

and so this blog returns to its original raison d'etre…

with two uni essays due and rapidly approaching deadlines i am of course procrastinating for all i'm worth. the fact that one of the essays is worth half the mark for the entire subject and panic induced reflux pain notwithstanding.

and to think, before i had a blog i used to just waste time by tossing off while listening to PJ Harvey records performing volunteer charity work

Otto

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