Spam Poetry

Un petit post nawak.
Chaque ligne est un titre de mail dans ma boite spam.
Je les ai recopiés dans l'ordre, en zappant juste les titres agrammaticaux, pour voir.
(Note : quicky = quick sex.)


My new dear friend,
Final destination
Best VIP vacation

Anna sends you a letter
Open minded people
Get a quicky
Little magic, perfects weekends (oops)

Day dreaming they regarded almost as criminal offence
Exicting them more than should legally be allowed
And fear has fallen on all our coastland, so that little help will come to us thence
I'll tell the tragedy of a doomed race, waiting for death, resigned and disinterested
Coming on strong Baudelaire

Urgent info
Where no man has trod these five million years, into the very depths of time itself
And these students do not receive diplomas from the Soviet Army Academy

Get a quicky
Time passed slowly and night fell
Please confirm
For a quicky

The Professor was only human
They landed on our beach, and he limped across the sand and examined our caves

Say "I can have sex all night long"
A few more steps and you are done


C'est le plus beau poeme de toute ma carrière d'adolescent. Snif
:p

2 commentaires:

Anonyme a dit…

ya une certaine coherence

Anonyme a dit…

vais essayé comme ca on poura faire un receuille ^)

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