It's a dream when you seem to be walking into the sun
Today has heavily featured my physical health being terrible, but I am cheered by the ongoing attempts of my spam e-mail to become James Joyce:
For a drink sovereign avuncular to be benedictus, step by step silk. Very chaste this everywhere contortionist. In front of licentiate, interment. What clerical topping may upholsterer at work aboard. Off directorate may I the northwester subdue? What morality persimmon by car anarchist were quartered. Away begonia out. How old head.
Needs more verbs to be Dylan Thomas. I also like this interview with John Kander about Cabaret.
For a drink sovereign avuncular to be benedictus, step by step silk. Very chaste this everywhere contortionist. In front of licentiate, interment. What clerical topping may upholsterer at work aboard. Off directorate may I the northwester subdue? What morality persimmon by car anarchist were quartered. Away begonia out. How old head.
Needs more verbs to be Dylan Thomas. I also like this interview with John Kander about Cabaret.

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*support support*
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I can't believe the contortionist line isn't Joyce.
*hugs*
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It's mine, too. I can't figure out what to steal it for.
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Ask not for whom the mortality tuba blaats!
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I want a story with all these things, but especially the mortality persimmon.
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I like that.
I want a story with all these things, but especially the mortality persimmon.
I think you just wrote it!
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Like underworld radio!
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It improved my day! That is not the usual function of spam e-mail!
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That's very poetic spam!
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I mean, the rest of the haul was all penis enlargement and so forth, but this was worth it.
*hugs*
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I hope you feel more the thing soon. *hug*
P.
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"During try-outs in Boston, Prince decided that what had been a three-act show would become two acts. 'At which point, Fred Ebb, who was nothing if not dramatic, collapsed and said the show was ruined. It would never work now,' Kander remembers. 'In our hotel room, Fred was lying on the bed and Joel Grey . . . was lying on one side of him and I was on the other, holding his hands, saying it's not over, it's going to be fine.'"
I was obsessed with the movie version when it came out, but I did NOT know that Judi Dench played Sally Bowles when the show opened in London. How I would like to have been there, thumbing my nose at the reviewers.
Agreed. I've seen pictures of her, but never heard a cast recording. I bet she was spectacular.
I hope you feel more the thing soon.
Thank you.
*hugs*
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Thank you!
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Reminds me of how I once saw a guy on a bus in Chicago wearing a sport jacket with these words on the back: "Celebrate Nature, Seek Perfection." I thought, "That's the best, most concise definition of New England Transcendentalism I've ever seen!" I approached him and asked where he got his jacket. He didn't speak English well, but he was able to communicate that the Chinese manufacturer had just put random words on his jacket. The power of random word generation!
I send good health vibes your way.
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I like that theory much better than a Markov generator!
"Celebrate Nature, Seek Perfection." I thought, "That's the best, most concise definition of New England Transcendentalism I've ever seen!" I approached him and asked where he got his jacket. He didn't speak English well, but he was able to communicate that the Chinese manufacturer had just put random words on his jacket.
That's brilliant.
The power of random word generation!
Human apophenia does the rest!
I send good health vibes your way.
Thank you.