It's a dream when you seem to be walking into the sun

[sovay]

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.

Comments

[gwynnega]

What morality persimmon, indeed. (Though I think my favorite line is "Very chaste this everywhere contortionist.")

[sovay]

(Though I think my favorite line is "Very chaste this everywhere contortionist.")

It's mine, too. I can't figure out what to steal it for.

[asakiyume]

We all have questions about the mortality persimmon.

[ethelmay]

I keep thinking it should be pomegranate, though that doesn't flow as well.

[asakiyume]

It's because you're expecting pomegranate that persimmon is extra piquant!

[sovay]

We all have questions about the mortality persimmon.

Ask not for whom the mortality tuba blaats!

[asakiyume]

A mortality tuba is MUCH more resonant than a mortality persimmon (though less tasty). God bless you, Wondermark!