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?

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

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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