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

[asakiyume]

With a little help from your spammer--but/and I want more! In some elsewhere realm, an impudent entry-level faerie bureaucrat is being punished by being forced to take charge of the direct mail to mortals, and they are entertaining themselves mightily in the process--and tantalizing their recipients (you) and those you share their missives with (us).

[sovay]

In some elsewhere realm, an impudent entry-level faerie bureaucrat is being punished by being forced to take charge of the direct mail to mortals, and they are entertaining themselves mightily in the process--and tantalizing their recipients (you) and those you share their missives with (us).

Like underworld radio!

[asakiyume]

indubitably!