Some crafty entity who wants to give me stock tips has been evading the spam filter with strings of random or semi-random words. Honestly, I don’t mind so much, because I get to read stuff like this:
bigamist cinnamon municipality
chore lisp of leg: ascribe, dish, a men's room to new year to daring
and a bone-dry seashore blueberry as scrutinize vivisection was punctual
the childish retriever is a guardian angel,
poisonous poetically, dwelling storeroom, estimation,
bush capture polluted that discriminating regress warm-blooded student to stigmatize this
and slather was heat as fame melt the hire
outgrow air, demoralize hairbrush
Nice! One can never read too much poetry.
When analyzed in the context of Russian Formulist Criticism, the poem makes complete sense. The only thing that has me stumped is the reference to “seashore blueberry.”
Lewis Carroll lives. And he’s a spambot:
“and slather was heat as fame melt the hire”
-Cecil