Spam of the Day

[KaskadskyjKozak]

 

I found this in my inbox today. It looks surprisingly like something V7 would write:

 

Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted

Sphinx of questioning substance, or a sort

But what I am looking at is hardened snow,

giddy as good kids playing hookey. Now,

Centimeters?that the height of the canvas

The mortal architect had brought to life,

Toward something that the world is pointing toward

Lucky the bell?still full and deep of throat,

The ordinary, wide scene which begins

This third day of our January thaw,

The winter road from the St. Simeon farm

Snaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.

II. Quest and Conquest

Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow

Hoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,

Life, or only joy, that stands out

From point to point of meaning?open? closed??

Where, as I discover as I go through

When Arctic winds crack down from Canada

[archenemy]

Is this part of the Take Over Canada initiative?

[catbirdseat]

Strange as it may seem, this computer generated mish mash does have a wintery theme to it.

[archenemy]

I kind of like it.

[KaskadskyjKozak]

I kind of like it.

 

Probably because of the line about the deep throat...

[archenemy]

Actually, the part about joy "standing out" was what got me going...

[tread_tramp]

that's more coherent than most of the spam I get

[joblo7]

animalisms .

 

my lovely rose;

your colour is deepening

our hearts are racing on.

we're pulling 2-3 g's,

your rippin my skin off.

my ear is resonant,

your soul embedded there.

nobody calls me that.

no i'm not keeping still,

i'm gonna destroy you ,

until we are one.....

my lovely Rose.

 

 

[joblo7]

SPIRITUALISMS

 

deep in a silent and powerful trance,

i am.

in nothingness, i find my all.

neither pushed or pulled,

the self is moving swiftly.

god is happy with me,

we are quite alike.

him THE ABSOLUTE.

I , the dust.

 

[G-spotter]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flarf_poetry

 

You guys are so three and four years ago!