The Myth of the Muttering Madman is a project in self-realization.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Spam poetry

A new idea has been born.

A friend was showing me some hillarious spam he received today and pointed out the poetic quality of much of it.

I had a go at writing some, and here it is. It makes no sense whatsoever, but the process was so stimulating and fun I'm going to share it with everyone whether they like it or not :) I don't know what it is, but the process of writing this stuff is so damned hillarious; and refreshing, like you've given your mind a good exfoliating back stratch. I think something like this should be instituted in schools at the start of every day, after singing the national anthem every morning and reading prayer books.

Here it is in all its craziness.

Crushing cans to fritter night into frightened google daisies. Rushed into space to be hurled backwards for the fight fist.

We touch dancing listlessly. She kicks along, my cat fur hat plops flat to frisk round embellishments and I will commit it. Deep earth rumbles; the red alcoholic strips cake from nosed giants. Integrating the root mean square shops happily for pantyhose ruin.

Push dial welter in the solarium crust. Mortar bosses like nicotine chastity. Smash vibe to wrestle weightless smacked porn. Rip roadtrip because she always does. He punches tree ferns and jumbles hard knuckled cement calls. Darling one, love to see you with purple seashells and slapping waveforms.

Neon son with guns to Iraq. Bushed president calls gladwrap to orbit. It happens sometimes to slip knee first in bangles. 1800 562 102 24 hours.

Now the cool part. I'm going to write a program to generate this stuff, and post some of the results here. Give me a couple of days at the most. Work is boring at the moment anyway.

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