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

[sovay]

That's very poetic spam!

I mean, the rest of the haul was all penis enlargement and so forth, but this was worth it.

*hugs*

[asakiyume]

The rest of the haul. I imagine you setting out in your old trawler, flinging out the nets, then reeling them in. "What's the catch look like?" "Mainly penis enlargements, but look at this Joycean!"

[moon_custafer]

Penis enlargements seem like they might show up in Joycean works, honestly.

[asakiyume]

True fact!

[minoanmiss]

*snork*