Grand Central Station

This is just one of the pictures that I've posted at www.citynoise.org. It's an excellent site with interesting comentary from an eclectic group of people. There's posts from nearly incomprehensible gang members all the way to brilliant poets, and they are all equal.

Strangely Poetic Spam

I hate spam. I loathe it. I have a dream of being in a bar and the person next to me is bragging that they are a spammer and I turn into a red rage and break a bottle off on the bar and stick them -- there is blood everywhere, gouts of it splashing up the curtains and I'm screaming, "NOT IN MY INBOX." All this coming from a pacifist.

So I'm suprising myself by posting this penis enlargment spam e-mail:


> New Penis Enlargement Patches!
>
> I prefer liberty to chains of diamonds.
> I never know how much of what I say is true.
> Part of being sane, is being a little bit crazy.
> The long habit of living indisposeth us for dying.
>
> I don't really trust a sane person.


Is this simply a collection of song lyrics shoved together to foil anti-spam software? Or does this spammer have a soul?