Det var spammaren sjølv som las

I dag fikk jeg mail fra min nye bestevenn, spammeren "Paul Holliday". Den nye trenden i spam er tydeligvis å fylle mailen med tilfeldige fraser som de tror lurer mailfilteret, selv om filteret i den ypperlige mailklienten i Mac OSX tar det meste.

Men min nye bestevenn er noe av en kunstner. Hans svadatekst er riktig poetisk. Se bare hvordan han prøver å selge meg ... tja, jeg er egentlig ikke sikker på hva han prøver å selge. Hvorom allting er, vi presenterer prosadiktet "Spam" av Paul Holliday:

"i uploaded some photos from the trip.
Who is your most silent friend? they said i just looked around. Sophie
currently has a soaking wet left front paw.
Rather, the opposite.
Oh Come All Ye Faithful. It gives our tree a very eclectic appearance,
what with an Aztec calendar, a stone arrowhead, and other random bits
hanging among the candy canes and gold balls. They say Great Job Adrian!
i felt really strange afterwards.
and procrastinate from Christmas cards.
he also stood up and sat down several times and was looking around at us
like we were going to kill him.
Usually tan, but I can burn too.
I think I go to Target about once every week. never once did my body
actually stand up and walk around. How can someone so sot in his ways
overcome all those biases and look at those people with compassion?
What Ethnicity is your Grandma?
omg, myspace names are so hilarious. then i remember going over behind
the couch where i was sitting, and looking at nate.
My shower is grody right now too. the next thing i remember is looking
at the tv, and not recognising it at all. I am one really sad child. Dei
a corridita sem chuva e voltei para casa. i saw nate and brody looking
at me, and passing something back and forth, and i yelled at them to
stop or something.
My hair tends to get all over the place, so it always needs cleaning."