Friday, June 16, 2006

The haunting, cryptic poetry of spam

So, I was gonna post my own creepy search strings for your edification and amusement, and also so I could go report my findings to the PO-lice. Unfortunately, most of my search strings are pretty boring. I was gonna head this one with PORN!!!11!!! just to see if I got anything interesting.

But then I checked my spam filter, and frankly, now I'm intrigued. What, if anything, is any of this from? anyone?

seen through a veil of crape. White and black smoke rose up

people are all ghouls, and everything is ghostly. Everything is ademoniacal ecstatic. Feeling him looking, she lifted her face andin other respects--a marvellous personality. But you can't trust him.'efforts to identify, transcribe and proofread public domainthe laughing mist of the bride went along with him undiminished.Gudrun's face. She did not want to be too definite.

In the opening of the doorway was a shower of fine foliage and flowers,

CHAPTER XXVIII. Gudrun in the Pompadour[2] alteration, modification, or addition to the etext, *EITHER*:unfolding leaves of a copper-beech were blood-red.CHARMING, so infinitely charming, in her softness and her fine,wanted to submit herself to it, did she still want to submit herself tocircumstance, that he achieved a verisimilitude of ordinaryHe did not believe that there was any such thing as accident. It allJust search by the first five letters of the filename you want,WHAT IF YOU *WANT* TO SEND MONEY EVEN IF YOU DON'T HAVE TO?

If only Birkin would form a close and abiding connection with her, she'And don't you know?' intended by the author of the work, although tildeshiny by the moleskins of the passing miners. Now the two girls wereAnd yet her soul was tortured, exposed. Even walking up the path to theSuddenly Mrs Crich came noiselessly into the room, peering about with'Really! But weren't you fearfully tempted?'It was crowded now with the family and the wedding guests. The father,

within her.made and fundraising will begin in the additional states.Information about Project Gutenberg (one page)thinking only of Birkin. He stood near her. She seemed to gravitatethings fail to materialise? NOTHING MATERIALISES! Everything withers inseemed to take pleasure in his social functions, he smiled, and waslife that had caused the accident? A man can live by accident, and dievoice that was too casual.started, turned and fled, scudding with an unthinkable swift beating ofpicture, or a marionette in a theatre, a finished creation. She lovedmore she strove to bring him to her, the more he battled her back. And [*] The etext, when displayed, is clearly readable, and'Tibs! Tibs!' she cried in her sudden, mocking excitement, standingwith agitation. As best man, he would be standing beside the altar. Shedisk or other etext medium, a computer virus, or computerthe thought of bearing children.'all liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, includinghad just come back from London, where she had spent several years,



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--UPDATE!! MORE EXISTENTIALISM AND NAUGHTY BITS!!!

I just found this search string amongst my stats:

people do not understand the meaning of nipples and what they can do to our souls

7 comments:

Dan L-K said...

Sweet merciful Thoth! It's like the Illuminatus books as written by Samuel Beckett and William Burroughs.

H.M. Lufkin said...

Ah...it's beautiful, whatever it is. Sickly-sweetly beautiful.

Shedisk!

belledame222 said...

I'm still trying to decode this bit. I feel strongly that if I can successfully parse its true meaning, I will have found the Answer. To Everything.

>She seemed to gravitatethings fail to materialise? NOTHING MATERIALISES! Everything withers inseemed to take pleasure in his social functions, he smiled, and waslife that had caused the accident? A man can live by accident, and dievoice that was too casual.>

Nothing materialises. Yet everything withers. Very nihilistic *and* seemingly self-contradictory; if it hasn't materialized in the first place, how can it wither? And from there, we see the hidden path to freedom. Nothing exists; therefore, nothing fades. Therefore, we are immortal, transcendent, timeless.

damn, I'm good. Tibs! Tibs! goddamit, where is Tibs when you need him. TIBS!! I have something important to share with you! It's all right if you WANT to send money, EVEN IF YOU DON'T HAVE TO. There is no God! There is no reality! Everything is possible!

so, send me money already.

belledame222 said...

that is: send me money, because nothing materializes, therefore there is no such thing as materialism. Therefore, I do not ask you for your money because I am greedy; I ask you to send me money so that you, too, can realize *just how meaningless it is.*

Anonymous said...

I'm almost certain that the spammers nick etexts from Project Gutenberg, which is probably the largest freely-available corpus of well-edited standard English prose available online.

Amber Rhea said...

Wow. What is the power of nipples? What can they do to our souls?

belledame222 said...

do not ask, O innocent one. (retreats, darkly muttering)