Frederick (spam poetry theatre)

[azurelunatic]

D found some spam sent to Webmaster@. (I can wait while you read it.)

I saw something struggling to get out, so I let it have its head.

Frederick, my Sundays are yours.
Let us converse between our meetings;
traverse the ancient roads.
Rome and Athens, England and Geneva --
Europe shall be ours.
We incline toward each other
as naturally as the willow and the walnut:
you, standing sensible and strong;
I in my premeditated descent.
Let us make reparation for this
our sanguinary war upon each other.
Love has made us passionate, persecuted.
My proud exile is at an end.
Let me make some reparation and be, once again,
your Rand.

Comments

[catchmyfancy]

Elegant.

I like it.

Does this mean some spam is actually encoded poetry?

[profit]

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[profit]

Sorry. Was writing email in Chinese in other window.

[azurelunatic]

Thank you!

[smmc.livejournal.com]

Hah! That is -awsome- for coming out spam. :)

[azurelunatic]

It had all these things mixed up in it, and I decided to see what would happen.