<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850</id><updated>2012-01-29T08:29:25.936-07:00</updated><category term='New Wave SPAM: Generation neXt'/><title type='text'>The spamProject: Left Bank Review</title><subtitle type='html'>The spamProject began with the idea that the random words generated by spam senders to deflect the attention of spam blockers could be used as a means to reuse the words to offer unanticipated poetic phrases and artistic works.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-6318843742226717804</id><published>2007-02-25T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T18:07:59.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Recipe for FreedomBy M. CastlewoodI took a long drag off my Marlboro cigarette, and then aliquefying gulp of my whisky, then another gulp of whisky before I came up with this illuminating recipe for freeing Johnny Carroll. Granted, Johnny was roughshod, and crude. He couldn't help the fact that he came from that part of Chicago that depreciates a man's European sensibilities.A jury at the Fire </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/6318843742226717804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=6318843742226717804&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/6318843742226717804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/6318843742226717804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2007/02/recipe-for-freedom-by-m.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-7175530408568648965</id><published>2007-02-17T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T16:52:38.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Farcical YarnBy M. CastlewoodWhile munching on a slice of Wonder Bread, and browsing the web, Margo my wife came across Webmaster Johnny Alba, host of the infamous York Vogue Website. Mori, my dear, she says to me, Webmaster Johnny has the audacity to publish this unfavorable article with snapshots about someone dear to us. Come look at this. Rumors indeed, she mumbles.Now Mori, my doll, Margo’</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/7175530408568648965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=7175530408568648965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/7175530408568648965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/7175530408568648965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2007/02/farcical-yarn-by-m.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-1101992420381724557</id><published>2007-02-06T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:10:32.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Wave SPAM: Generation neXt'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello spamProject Writers,This is an example of the New Wave of autoGenerated spam. Generally the text "story" is sent with a bit-mapped image of a stock exchange report. The folks who have a clearer idea of what they're doing generally know to keep the text hidden behind the bait, or the image--while those who aren't clear on what they're doing mis-align the image!:-)I was thinking that although</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/1101992420381724557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=1101992420381724557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/1101992420381724557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/1101992420381724557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-spamproject-writers-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-113123129323135165</id><published>2005-11-05T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T17:02:04.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RedemptionIt’s six in the morning and I’m on cloud ninewrapped in my thermals oblivious to time.Asleep in the clouds of a luminous sheen.Engulfed in an airstrip of visual dreams.For the twentieth time my alarm clock ringsI’ve tried to postpone this ineffable thing.Granted I’m cranky with starch coated eyesMy biceps are aching its no surprise.My breath smells like mothballs in search of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/113123129323135165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=113123129323135165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/113123129323135165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/113123129323135165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/11/redemption-its-six-in-morning-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-112680463956450816</id><published>2005-09-15T11:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T12:51:34.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EverlastingLaze and starch, a luminescent sheenForget about merit and simply preenSupercilious drake, you impugn yourselfYour soul is on the top book-shelfSupplicate moments; A loud guffawA long forgotten dust bylawVouchsafe familiarity onto thoseWho don’t know you well enough to opposeYou aver “ambrosia” and raise your glassBut thanks, I know you and I will pass.Resumption of barbarism with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/112680463956450816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=112680463956450816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/112680463956450816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/112680463956450816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/09/everlasting-laze-and-starch.html' title=''/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13714587612989107451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-112679847866530489</id><published>2005-09-15T09:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T09:34:38.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Georgia Morning,thought ripens with a rye snarl,the prickley sun still an apparition of tomorrow.The avenue is dark from yesterday's "it's a long road to tipparary".no darling awakesno queen to dust history from the dirty pianono spark of celebration, no beckoning hint at the light of tomorrowthe candle unlit twenty years and twenty moredo think about easter, or art, or a man?Is a Thailand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/112679847866530489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=112679847866530489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/112679847866530489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/112679847866530489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/09/georgia-morning-thought-ripens-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13714587612989107451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-112399386711683817</id><published>2005-08-13T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T22:31:07.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Blood From the VinesThe golden brass goblet with amethyst stonesBlessed by the Pope in Thailand and RomeYields of the grapes, jellied to wineBruised by the fingers of humankindMournfully plucked from its fibrous stemsPurporting of blood, a sacrament to menStained on the lips of all who partakeA cleansing of sins of the human race</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/112399386711683817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=112399386711683817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/112399386711683817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/112399386711683817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/08/blood-from-vines-golden-brass-goblet.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-111921609114521478</id><published>2005-06-19T15:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T15:21:31.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Purple Thoughts    by Margaret PomeroySweet figs, rpenedAmethyst crystalCleopatra.Dawn through stained glassGoblet of wineThe Pope.Cracked Easter eggGrape soda. spilledJoe Christmas.Stormy desert skyPrickley pear jellyPFC Cori Ann Piestenva.Queen's jewelsPriest's robesChild's bruisesSoldier's medals--PURPLEand mourning in Thailand...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/111921609114521478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=111921609114521478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111921609114521478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111921609114521478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/06/purple-thoughts-by-margaret-pomeroy.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-111921586323501880</id><published>2005-06-19T15:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T15:17:43.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are more words!!!mourning, Thailand,priest,queen, prickley, jelly grape, goblet, pope,amethyst,figs,repen,easter,burise,thought,art,man,top,flight,roller coaster,apparition,freemartin, twenty, open-ended, thirty, applegate,avenue,darling,antonia,georgia, doormat, candle,piano, tonsil, eatery,elephant,boa,peter pan,callipe,music box, caveman, dandruff,dublin,cork,county tipparary</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/111921586323501880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=111921586323501880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111921586323501880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111921586323501880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/06/here-are-more-words-mourning.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-111880152368222394</id><published>2005-06-14T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T15:48:40.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Scrutinize with Anamorphic LensI sit at the bar at Club Zero, a Marlborough cigin one hand, as I sip on one of thosefamous snowball martinis that everyonewho's anyone always drinks.I enjoy conversations about anythingand everything extraordinary, crude or...controversial.Take for instant, the carcinogenicmemorabilia on the walls at Club Zero.A plethora of nostalgia, likethat 1920's telephone, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/111880152368222394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=111880152368222394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111880152368222394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111880152368222394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-scrutinize-with-anamorphic-lens-i.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-111625651479708989</id><published>2005-05-16T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T09:15:14.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UntitledFrom brush or Ecoleone's dervish, another's monkboorish or abo (boorish to say it so)downcast, anion, positive perhapsladen with some of life, at least sometimesFrom asthma to self-introduced antigensuffering solicitude or gathering at the cognac galleryidefinite fragmentation; this here, someone therethey may sing chantey or song of yinbut basophilic at their core now, whether deferring;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/111625651479708989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=111625651479708989&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111625651479708989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111625651479708989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/05/untitled-from-brush-or-ecole-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-111617660606407236</id><published>2005-05-15T11:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T11:03:26.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once again, our friends in the drug distribution business are always willing to help us along in our project!;-)Here are some market fresh words from a Viagra ad:supplicate thermal lay max sheen accelerate carney loudspeak trailhead guffaw laze chinook creon starch meritorious privilege feint off cautionary vouchsafe cranky mothball steer martyr airspeed jitterbugging rangeland doberman </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/111617660606407236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=111617660606407236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111617660606407236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111617660606407236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/05/once-again-our-friends-in-drug.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-111617527787784017</id><published>2005-05-15T10:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T10:53:20.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shaken Treefor H.C, C.C. and J.C.The house by the eroding shore—The house The Almost-Architect lived in—The house The Domineering Diabetic lived in—The house The Fashion Plate Old Maid lived in—The dilapidated house on 1st Avenue—I knew the house in all the waysThe Family named it—but you called itsimplyThe House.You and she were thejitterbugging martyrsliving to care forThe Domineering Diabetic.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/111617527787784017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=111617527787784017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111617527787784017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111617527787784017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/05/shaken-tree-for-h.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-111564275097823833</id><published>2005-05-09T06:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T06:45:50.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From: Brent Moses To: leppn@mindspring.comSubject:   Your missing info was found - 31th AprilDate:   May 9, 2005 4:01 AM arab antarctic agony absorptive tertiary delft honeymoon cypriot apron pessimism drudge bladder coercible yaounde laue mouton organic james necropsy terrace brew bespoke wyoming ray osteopathy belly demurring protoplasm slag temporary tutorial dehydrate nne simulcast tuscarora </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/111564275097823833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=111564275097823833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111564275097823833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111564275097823833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/05/from-brent-moses-to-leppnmindspring.html' title=''/><author><name>rosy ogrady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612450075944816240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-111552708804061860</id><published>2005-05-07T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T23:15:31.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cartographic Memoryfor T. L.Here still in the underbrush ofa Feng Shui laden summer,I recall you then:Yin--a young--mother--you deferred littleYang’s asthmawith a gallery of antigensand exclusive attentivenessHe –now:a wheezing dragon amongstmenfolk clompingthrough the resourcesof womenfolk corelike a basophilicquake fragmentingArlington National Cemeterywith its spray offire and phlegm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/111552708804061860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=111552708804061860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111552708804061860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111552708804061860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/05/cartographic-memory-for-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-111517887745039296</id><published>2005-05-03T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T22:00:36.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Black and WhiteYou walk into my life; a demigod,a chanting dervish with a crooked smile,a boorish sort of man, a pompous prig.You! Prefer your solitude to laden quarrels,hiding behind French cognac, andfine cigars.You defer the indefinite you and I,for confrontations you deplore.Instead, you prefer to hang our fragmented souls in a hidden gallery of black, and white;in the deep recesses of your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/111517887745039296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=111517887745039296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111517887745039296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111517887745039296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/05/black-and-white-you-walk-into-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-111463471059379558</id><published>2005-04-27T14:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T14:45:10.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Waking Demystifies a Fantasized CoreYin clomps like a cognac'd dervishthrough underbrush and cartographic galleryabsent the sting of an antigen yangand I want to dream of you.Downcastand laden with solicitudeI want to dream of you,to keep my eyes closed,belate the fragmentation of a breaking day,deferring boorish reality indefinately.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/111463471059379558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=111463471059379558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111463471059379558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111463471059379558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/04/waking-demystifies-fantasized-core-yin.html' title=''/><author><name>rosy ogrady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612450075944816240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-111461390513991244</id><published>2005-04-27T08:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T08:58:25.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From: Shelton Quick &lt;iaggxjkjbtb@dx.net&gt;   To: sokolow@mindspring.comSubject:    Re: I want to dream of youDate:    Apr 27, 2005 9:15 AMC,e'a's.eIon Marketing LimitedD2, 23, Borrett Road, Mid-Levels WestHong Kongdowncast abo menfolk anion solicitude fragmentation antigen ecole indefinite deferring belate boorish arlington centum asthma basophilic core clomp yin brush cartographic cognac gallery </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/111461390513991244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=111461390513991244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111461390513991244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111461390513991244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/04/from-shelton-quick-iaggxjkjbtbdx.html' title=''/><author><name>rosy ogrady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612450075944816240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-111448513362154163</id><published>2005-04-25T20:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:48:14.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Night on Hettie’s MountainOn this one magical night of the yearthe electric, diamond studded stars wereafire against the azure backdropof the midnight skies.Up Hettie’s Mountain, marched Creon’s armyof Zanzibar to the antiphonal hymnsof the spherical pines.Their leather boots treaded heavily onthe carrageen covered ground, as thunderouschlorine clouds swirled above their heads.The blind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/111448513362154163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=111448513362154163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111448513362154163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111448513362154163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/04/night-on-hetties-mountain-on-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-111411180428895632</id><published>2005-04-21T13:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T13:30:04.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From:Gladys Griggs To:hartshorn@mindspring.comSubject: Bangladesh Reporter - article pertaining Erection tips &amp; tricksDate: Apr 21, 2005 2:48 PMAttachments: umbilicus64.gifsupplicate thermal lay max sheen accelerate carney  loudspeak trailhead guffaw laze chinook  creon starch meritorious privilege feint off cautionary vouchsafe cranky mothball steer martyr  airspeed jitterbugging rangeland </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/111411180428895632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=111411180428895632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111411180428895632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111411180428895632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/04/fromgladys-griggs-tohartshornmindsprin_21.html' title=''/><author><name>rosy ogrady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612450075944816240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-111401355476879676</id><published>2005-04-20T07:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T20:37:36.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Protestant Catholic's Exaggerated View of the Holy Name Nun's Pink Smoke Conclave ProtestWe shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.John KnowlesSowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness, Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve;Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.The Sisters stand outside the temple waiting(the emphasis </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/111401355476879676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=111401355476879676&amp;isPopup=true' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111401355476879676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111401355476879676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/04/protestant-catholics-exaggerated-view.html' title=''/><author><name>rosy ogrady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612450075944816240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-111351603521264314</id><published>2005-04-14T15:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T01:41:37.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello all, thanks for having me...hope I taste all right. Bon Appetit. Used only some of the 3/29 spam plethora EWArrangeable PlumbagoOld Breton sits countersunk Iaocoon-like.Thomas pictures Czarina, she, of boyhood dreams.Visit yes, rehabilitate first. Isotopic wrap, a chipmunk cheek.Not yet, amen.An anthracnose, eye of azure, war is hell…looking seaward.A prehistoric cotyledon earthshaking.A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/111351603521264314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=111351603521264314&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111351603521264314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111351603521264314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/04/hello-all-thanks-for-having-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884209516473092426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-111211671892584967</id><published>2005-03-29T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T10:18:38.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, Our drug-dealin' friends @e-pharmacy hot-spots have spammed us again:The market fresh words for today (a moveable feast!) :airlock colleague glassy median debug mollie tease choose bevy bogging aubrey ignoble chad accuse coil backhand commonweal brazier industry toy countersunk idiot list open adonis breton perpetrate myrtle berwick stymie groton spilt aftereffect annum luxuriant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/111211671892584967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=111211671892584967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111211671892584967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/111211671892584967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-our-drug-dealin-friends-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-110852963903864226</id><published>2005-02-15T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T10:09:24.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grovin and CrusinHey, man this is heavy stuff!Here man, have some more of thiscolossus locoweed.Hey Bertie, lets take a cruise in yourBonneville…don’t worryI won’t scratchthe damm teakwood dash.Hey man, don’t be so inconsiderate,pass around that weed…heavy, real heavy man.Hey Bertie, its’ party-time.This brazen music really jives,and sucks at the same time,but it's groovy too...you know what I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/110852963903864226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=110852963903864226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/110852963903864226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/110852963903864226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/02/grovin-and-crusin-hey-man-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-110721277692112607</id><published>2005-01-31T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T16:11:45.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now for a new idea!Let's see if it is possible to create a cohesive collage from the random words on this list. At some point in the near future under "Links", I will upload all the scanned collage images that I receive. The instructions are the very same--only instead of creating a poem, just create an image (8 1/2" x 11") with cut out pictures, words, newpaper print, etc. that express the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/110721277692112607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=110721277692112607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/110721277692112607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/110721277692112607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/01/now-for-new-idea-lets-see-if-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-110721161722087460</id><published>2005-01-31T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T15:53:47.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello All--It looks like our old style simple word list has given way to true electronic babble-drivel -- or --the "banter of the inconsiderate"!;-)Check out what "Lutz" or Boyle999cet@yahoo.com has to say in his/her advertisement for "adgditional deegreees" -- These "deegreees" would have to be in creative writing, yes?banter of inconsiderate in denny steeplebush in aerobic if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/110721161722087460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=110721161722087460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/110721161722087460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/110721161722087460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello-all-it-looks-like-our-old-style.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-110703222391911034</id><published>2005-01-29T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T17:24:12.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE JOURNEYFlemish SilhouettesOf morningStreetlamp halosAdorning Seriate lanesLuxe headlights BeamOn wet slick terrainSmokestacks belching Plumes of Pale blue,Gaseous fumesSquelching howlsFrom the port of Portofrom beneathit's bowsPlaymate of the seasWheels squealRubber peelsAs tires taxiedPastThe commonalityOf the shipyardZigzagging,Undulating,Lilliputian </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/110703222391911034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=110703222391911034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/110703222391911034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/110703222391911034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/01/journey-flemish-silhouettes-of-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-110697765801002666</id><published>2005-01-28T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:47:38.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pretty UsPretty meaborningin Portoby Cornwallnear Brooksidesaltbushfountain grassgneissskylarkgoldfishpeaceMadeiranwatersrise andbeneaththeirtidebaptizeandseriate sequentiallyanddeviate eventuallythey youyou II they.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/110697765801002666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=110697765801002666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/110697765801002666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/110697765801002666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/01/pretty-us-pretty-me-aborning-in-porto.html' title=''/><author><name>rosy ogrady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612450075944816240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-110688592112473634</id><published>2005-01-27T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T21:21:33.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello All--Well, I was so under-whelmed by today's spamWords in my junk mail folder, thatI jumped over to my favorite word generator site. Look at one of the phrases that popped out: Porto by Cornwall.I like the idea of: Porto™ by Cornwall even better!Porto™.I haven't a clue what it might be--but it does have an "industry standard" sort of ring to it!Porto™ sounds like a SOLID, reliable, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/110688592112473634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=110688592112473634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/110688592112473634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/110688592112473634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello-all-well-i-was-so-under-whelmed.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-110679731348049584</id><published>2005-01-26T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:09:52.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SWINEThe honorary decked in camouflage,with tired feet on desert lands,where the sun is sureto blister flesh instead of tans.Special forces flown infrom Colorado’s Peterson,to this God forsakenyogurt land;the borders ofIsfahan.Lieutenant Dutch,commandingunilateral attacksagainst the enemy,but in his mind; he envisions Camelot.Blood, and death,and death, and blood,the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/110679731348049584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=110679731348049584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/110679731348049584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/110679731348049584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/01/swine-honorary-decked-in-camouflage.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-110677088472209947</id><published>2005-01-26T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T15:56:24.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When the Eagle Speaks, the World really does Listen!I’ll soothe.Too late, Eagle! You’ve already shed your colicky molt.We’ve seen your toxic skin.We’ve heard your electronic cacklesfrom the roost of your newsroom.I’ll delve.Too late, Eagle! You’ve alreadyflown over usdropping your dreams of a unilateral Cameloton our husbands,on our wives,on our children.I’ll have my way.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/110677088472209947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=110677088472209947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/110677088472209947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/110677088472209947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/01/when-eagle-speaks-world-really-does.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-110676191486827733</id><published>2005-01-25T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T10:55:22.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello All--OK, It's been a LONG while--in fact, I think our Spammers are getting more and more clever about hiding their wordPools!Here's something from our friends at Unicity805tabs.us! Where we can purchase our presciptions conveniently online!peksysquash unilateral molt electronic honorary cackle devoid swine territorial camelot middlebury colicky circumferential altercate isfahan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/110676191486827733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=110676191486827733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/110676191486827733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/110676191486827733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello-all-ok-its-been-long-while-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-109167353468968631</id><published>2004-08-04T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T20:38:54.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE CHICAGO DIEHARDSShady McIntyre and his hangout gangSitting at the bar and watching the game.Looking like penguins as they huddle in a rowLoosened and drunk and anything goes.Solidifying their justified lackFrom a foaming mug of buckhorn brew.Hip notes of gypsy jazz,Ode to Billy JoeAs Reinhart strums with lily-skillGuitar and soul aglow.Applauding as an aftermathWith </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/109167353468968631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=109167353468968631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/109167353468968631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/109167353468968631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/08/chicago-diehards-shady-mcintyre-and.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-109009699391746933</id><published>2004-07-17T14:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T15:28:02.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I HATE PATSY CLINE   I remember mama sitting at the old oak kitchen table that granddad had given her when I was seven years old.   Oh, how happy she was, with an electrifying intensity of delight in her eyes. Tears rolled down her ruby flushed cheeks.   And out of the blue, with an outlandish gestured sweep of her arms, she whisks out this bland old oilcloth with a printed botany of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/109009699391746933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=109009699391746933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/109009699391746933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/109009699391746933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-hate-patsy-cline-electrifying.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-108959996377553261</id><published>2004-07-11T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T06:56:14.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MOTHER OF LABORED LOVEYellow, lukewarm afternoon sunbeams its penetrating raysday after dayweek after weekon gray ashen window paines.Creating galaxies of sunspotsfor eyes to peek through,to view a world distorteda perspective quite anew.White linen like casein milkclothes colored navy and blueafloat and hang freely,from clothespins on a tight, taunt linebobbin in a summer’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/108959996377553261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=108959996377553261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108959996377553261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108959996377553261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/07/mother-of-labored-love-yellow-lukewarm.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-108946561597595718</id><published>2004-07-10T07:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T07:20:15.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somebody Stop MeCialis spam 7/6/04Trainmen float through barren stretches of existential ashambling alongon woodcut rails in steelwheeled carswhere curtains close like a basswood drawbridge and adjectivesache like loosened overhangs in their paperback jackets-- hermetically sealed witha pearlite finish over broken binds.  Tunneling through pages of featherbedding prose, bland </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/108946561597595718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=108946561597595718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108946561597595718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108946561597595718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/07/somebody-stop-me-cialis-spam-7604.html' title=''/><author><name>rosy ogrady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612450075944816240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-108940595491751915</id><published>2004-07-09T14:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T14:45:54.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, time for a little "Christian" debt relief!;-)(I particularly like the subject)Subject: debt relief christian crux bipartisan kennedyeigenspace shady McIntyre Compleat terbium skip incubate scowl Cambodia obedient teletypewrite gabbro visitor BSTJ reflectance colorate. Waltham iambic silly diffusive stimulate Abigail she Skill kathleen you lavatory  Magnuson glorify orangutan Clarence </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/108940595491751915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=108940595491751915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108940595491751915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108940595491751915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/07/ok-time-for-little-christian-debt_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-108921284131851323</id><published>2004-07-07T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T09:07:21.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BreakdownShe watches as the lukewarmArtichoke shifts toHuddle sadlyAfloat theYellowSunspot of butter.Drunk she is,Beatrice, On the degradation of this windfall,This warmish waif of a vegetable,A miracle of botany,Aching on the oilcloth.-Barbara Wunder ----Words used:  breakdown, lukewarm, artichoke, huddle, afloat, yellow, sunspot, drunk, Beatrice, degradation, windfall, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/108921284131851323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=108921284131851323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108921284131851323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108921284131851323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/07/breakdown-she-watches-as-lukewarm.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-108912540183509928</id><published>2004-07-06T08:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T08:50:01.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, yet another ad for Generic meds--there are two I don't recognize in this one: Phentermine and Cialis!   From: Cantu Milton To: pktobias@sprynet.com Subject:    washbowl Date:    Jul 6, 2004 12:30 AM Pktobias mba gates somebody u.s.a geochemistry euclidean metallurgy opportune oilcloth gentry scurvy correspondent edict grate phd barge king corrigendum accusative bland gig confluent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/108912540183509928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=108912540183509928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108912540183509928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108912540183509928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/07/yes-yet-another-ad-for-generic-meds.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-108839135222003263</id><published>2004-06-27T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T21:06:20.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RUTHLESS POACHERSThere is bloodshed in the Congoas the ruthless poachersset their trapsto the agony of the jungle lair.Some collapse and crumblein the zone of deceptive brush,camoflagueing deadly traps.The codeword amongst the Negroid tribesmenechoes the deafening alarmof the plummeting beats on deerskin drums.The profits from ivory tusks and hidesare great.The lawmen's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/108839135222003263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=108839135222003263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108839135222003263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108839135222003263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/06/ruthless-poachers-there-is-bloodshed.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-108837545768253172</id><published>2004-06-27T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T16:30:57.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Buy Xanaxlost honorarium mustachio reinforce americanism hypotheses doodle ford eigenvector lion spoken bator committed  fireboat decompress munich chimney thiocyanate precursor tinder khartoum excursion cleavage tranquil badinage bolometer myrrh penrose bootes burmese jovial equal concise complaint charlotte donahue countryman delano fodder derogatory doorbell concertina student amidst </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/108837545768253172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=108837545768253172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108837545768253172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108837545768253172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/06/buy-xanax-lost-honorarium-mustachio.html' title=''/><author><name>rosy ogrady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612450075944816240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-108655839679744003</id><published>2004-06-06T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T15:53:49.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY FATHER AND IWhen I think back about my father,the shadowy image in my mind’s eyeis always clouded and contorted.His platinum hair and mustachewith a persona of an archangel,here to guide me to conservatism,beyond this earthly plane.He frightened me with his Edwardian moralsmoreover, I deplored his ideologies and who he was,and yet,I saw him as a demigodto be emulated. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/108655839679744003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=108655839679744003&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108655839679744003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108655839679744003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-father-and-i-when-i-think-back.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-108525717933532205</id><published>2004-05-22T14:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T14:19:39.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> EIGHT HUMAN FRAILTIESSCENE 1Cynthia, sitting on the sun porch in her favorite rattan chairin the luxury of idle hours, staring at her prized Yucca plantin a dazed haze of transitory images, contemplating death.Perspiration on her forehead at the predicamentof the brutal act that she imagines will set her mind free,and relinquish all her self-imposed guilt.SCENE 2Deanne, nervously </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/108525717933532205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=108525717933532205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108525717933532205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108525717933532205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/05/eight-human-frailties-scene-1-cynthia.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-108424318150141140</id><published>2004-05-10T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T20:34:14.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PROFESSOR DOOLITTLECaution to the studentsWho attend Professor Doolittle’s class.For his eccentric contrarietiesWill exasperate any chap.His lectures will inspire youOr bring you to your knees.He’ll demand impassioned dialogue And answers that are astuteWhen he queries as an afterthought;"Eyes looking over be speckled rims,Leering down at you"Expecting your discernmentOver the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/108424318150141140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=108424318150141140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108424318150141140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108424318150141140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/05/professor-doolittle-caution-to.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-108407437409655825</id><published>2004-05-08T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T19:59:35.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SEANCE ON AN IMAGINARY NIGHTI can still remember the accident in 1972.On a wet and rainy afternoonThe streets were wet and slickAs my nephew, Rutger's luxury automobileDovetailed into a Toyotaon Balboa and Marina Drive,At the pinnacle of his life.His dear wife, CzarinaHeld a seance that very night.The lights in the chandelier were dimmedThe room was dark as could be.A single </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108407437409655825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108407437409655825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/05/seance-on-imaginary-night-i-can-still.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-108312061664175709</id><published>2004-04-27T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T21:00:57.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY HUBBYOy, so my husband is an algebraic nutforever inquisitiveEgocentric yes, conformal no.At dinnertime he almost alwaysforgets to put the top back on the china teapot,Hot or notAnd will scoff at my remindersAnd matter-of-factly say… Did not.Does this bother me, now let me think?For at that momentwhen I could shriekHe gives a smile from cheek to cheek.And makes my anger </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/108312061664175709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=108312061664175709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108312061664175709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108312061664175709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/04/my-hubby-oy-so-my-husband-is-algebraic.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-108295124808044976</id><published>2004-04-25T21:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T21:51:39.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Legacy LackingA tree needing fell.An appreciable swell.Contract.Expand.Discernably bland.Still.Undulation.Glory.Damnation.Cordial.Crass.Eavesdropped through glass.Egotistical vent.Venezuelan discent.Aries.Taurus.Antiphonal chorus.Smoldering gun.Proverbial sun.Outmost perusal.Incondensable refusal.Pied Piper playroom.New Testament Day's Doom.Tick tock tick tock tick talk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/108295124808044976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=108295124808044976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108295124808044976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108295124808044976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/04/legacy-lacking-tree-needing-fell.html' title=''/><author><name>rosy ogrady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612450075944816240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-108251458519167752</id><published>2004-04-20T20:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T19:54:40.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poem inspired from spam mailFrom Harvey Cline, subject: Compacter unrulyDated 4/11/04SHE IS…Her speech is nonsensical and dryas the desert floors of Egyptwhere the tribesmen pitch their tents.Her picturesque dissertationis a storyboard of Flemish motifwith a discordant spin of colorand yet It worksand is glorified.She embraces the boroughsof the apprehensive ribald with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/108251458519167752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=108251458519167752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108251458519167752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108251458519167752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/04/poem-inspired-from-spam-mail-from.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-108179509024191742</id><published>2004-04-12T12:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T12:42:03.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, this is so full of stuff, I can't remember what it was advertisingGreat stuff, genteel beastie forfend furthermost abundant rudiment flip sideman cameroun gawky language metamorphose picky bstj auerbach mesenteric aitken husband decide bp western astoria innuendo centric coralline buried agrarian capybara demurring context somebody marionette sac arkansan although platinum newsman Fri, 09</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/108179509024191742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=108179509024191742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108179509024191742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108179509024191742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/04/ok-this-is-so-full-of-stuff-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-108176989349572328</id><published>2004-04-12T05:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T05:43:03.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From: Harvey Cline Subject:    compacter unruly Date:    Apr 11, 2004 6:41 PM To say adios muchachos head on over to go to: 12swe3meds.com/host/emailremove.aspaperture dub scrupulosity embrace wehr expropriate goldstein mahogany deformation alacrity protozoan bogey zing briton radiology bloat clasp baccalaureate cheater diatomaceous tambourine maitre sliver borroughs deliquescent anna nurse </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/108176989349572328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=108176989349572328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108176989349572328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108176989349572328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/04/from-harvey-cline-subject-compacter.html' title=''/><author><name>rosy ogrady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612450075944816240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-108139470552065071</id><published>2004-04-07T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T10:53:33.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inspiration from spam e-mail fromLillie McdanielDated 3/17/04JEZEBELJezebel, Jezebel,Tenant in the French Quarterof the legendary New Orleans.Fireworks ablaze in the celestial midnightskies.The commonality in masqueradecompanion to the the obsceneas they hoot and prance in their coventry of praisewith ardent blatent conductMy eyesat that moment,gazed into your soul’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/108139470552065071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=108139470552065071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108139470552065071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108139470552065071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/04/inspiration-from-spam-e-mail-from.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-108079078252028398</id><published>2004-03-31T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T22:28:56.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poem Inspired from Spam"Yet another Age Old Promise...the easy wayof course"  E-mail from Lillie McDaniel3/17/04THE DARK CRYClickety clack, clickety clackAs the shrouded hearse Rode through Sussex SquareCollecting cadavers everywhereIn a nimbus cloud of earthenDust Clickety clack, clickety clackBring all ye deadOutTo the streetBring all ye dead OutTo the streetI’ll bury </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/108079078252028398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=108079078252028398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108079078252028398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108079078252028398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/03/poem-inspired-from-spam-yet-another.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-108010132392277994</id><published>2004-03-23T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T21:17:48.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE WINNING TEAMRemember all of the glory, remember the victory,remember the camaraderie of the greatest winning team.The legacy of the Old School Boysdamnation to the other side.The jokes we told and held to heart.We playeda dammed fierce game.Let no man takeby hook or bladewhat rightfully belongedto us.Or they would suffer endlesslybroken shinbones from ourbest defense</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/108010132392277994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=108010132392277994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108010132392277994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/108010132392277994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/03/winning-team-remember-all-of-glory.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107999075525672077</id><published>2004-03-22T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:31:15.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...Cable TV Wins Today's SPAM Slot....From: Danny Miles [mailto:eordhxn@168.com]Sent: Monday, March 22, 2004 12:00 PMSubject: Re: UU, in a briefFree Cable%RND_SYB TVairplane eavesdropped aries appreciable curvaceous bland victory unction remember foci dispense fell wee vindicate joke cataract coolant equipped schiller discern venezuela glory mountaineer muslim undulate hook envelope destitute </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107999075525672077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107999075525672077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107984062996321374</id><published>2004-03-20T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T20:47:12.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BLACK MARKET BABIESBlack market babies,mothers weep and cryAs the distribution of infantscontinue escalatingin third world countries.Human life becomes		meaninglessin countries that preyupon the poor.Cambodian mothers sell their babiesfor twenty dollarswhile they weep and cry.Their arms have becomeemptyand this becomesa crime.The black market industryis embedded in greed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107984062996321374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107984062996321374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107984062996321374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107984062996321374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/03/black-market-babies-black-market.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107972416193127891</id><published>2004-03-19T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:30:27.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yet Another AGE OLD PROMISE...the EASY WAY of course...From: Lillie Mcdaniel [mailto:vmodjjtpmrb@netlords.de]Sent: Wednesday, March 17, 2004 3:15 PMSubject: pounce sepoy gauguin hardinAre you réady to losé wéight the éasy wáy?This wéight loss pátch will curb your hungér.Just liké the nicotiné pátch works for smokérs.Yóu are invitéd to léarn moré at óur sitecausation adams gumshoe paul fruehauf </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107972416193127891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107972416193127891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/03/yet-another-age-old-promise.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107930812942430708</id><published>2004-03-14T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T08:51:09.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHO ARE YOU SAM??Who are you Sam?  The Sam of spam?With verses of spam at your command.You can play with the words and toss them about.You can put them together without any hasteand wait for them all to fall right into place.Well… I’ll look at MY spam and I’ll tell you a fewof choicy good words to put in your stew.Your baselines are dubitable, your verse is to ventwith </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107930812942430708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107930812942430708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107930812942430708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107930812942430708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/03/who-are-you-sam-who-are-you-sam-sam-of.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107897371383173293</id><published>2004-03-10T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T20:04:54.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Say Tomato, I Say WhateverI think you want an inhuman communal/a sixgun solution/a butchery backyard brawl.I think you want Aphroditic apparrel/a corrugate carcoat/or muslin amice.I think you want an Ankaran cockcrow/Scarborough sunset/and Inverness noon.I think you want an amide Madeira/a sugary champagne/or shandygaff glog.I think you want aseasonal zaftig/equinoctial suckling/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107897371383173293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107897371383173293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107897371383173293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107897371383173293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/03/you-say-tomato-i-say-whatever-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>rosy ogrady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612450075944816240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107896639700861873</id><published>2004-03-10T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T17:56:25.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STOP BLOCKING MEI am Spam.  Spam I amWould you like to quit smokingHow about lose 10 poundsWould you like to lay some pipeORGet a great price on that new carRefinance your creditGet CHEAP V1@graEnjoy  UNLIMITED Pay Per ViewAll of this is Possible, You’ll seeWhen you stop blocking me!--Jason</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107896639700861873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107896639700861873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107896639700861873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107896639700861873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/03/stop-blocking-me-i-am-spam.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107869812699769138</id><published>2004-03-07T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T15:32:38.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poem inspired from Superviaagra – Ciamlisspam e-mail from Marquis Seymour3/04/004THE SECRET ELITE SOCIETYNay, I lament at my father’s breastin deep sorrow of the morrow,whenceI lay witnessto the declineof societies moralsand values.Their guiding philosophiesreplaced by the bigoted essaysof the devil's followers.In the guise of impassive politicianswho espouse the virtuesof a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107869812699769138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107869812699769138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107869812699769138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107869812699769138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/03/poem-inspired-from-superviaagra.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107844093548282695</id><published>2004-03-04T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:28:03.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More words in praise of that magic little pill...From: Marquis Seymour [mailto:hxtsxrcemgfmpr@optician.com]Sent: Sunday, February 29, 2004 1:01 PMSubject: fete integerSuperViaagra - CiamlisTake it once and it lasts all weekend.Do not have sex timed to a pill. Choose the moments when you want to have intimacy.Ciaplis acts quicker (about 20 minutes) and last much longer (about 2-3 days) with NO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107844093548282695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107844093548282695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/03/more-words-in-praise-of-that-magic.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107811496539127876</id><published>2004-02-29T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T21:33:55.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Generated poem from SuperVixagra Spam2/17/044th. poemTHE PATHETIC PLIGHT OF ALLThe gentilityThe upper middle classThe liberal politiciansThe feminist activistsThe churchmen preachingtheir religious doctrinesThey flounder in their coarsecounterarguments against the plea of the plebian worker. As they expound on the impoverish conditions of the Ghetto.Ghetto housewives sit in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107811496539127876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107811496539127876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107811496539127876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107811496539127876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/generated-poem-from-supervixagra-spam.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107784209203034594</id><published>2004-02-26T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T17:45:37.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Speculated, generated, rhyme relatedfrom SuperVixagra Spam, dated 2/17/043rd. poemI DON’T HAVE A CLUETwenty yards from heavenFifteen minutes of timeDimensional space can kissmy face.If you untie this albatrossfrom around my neck,maybe I could fly,What the heck.Fly, flyto the imaginativekingdomof the fluid blue sky.Sky, sky don’t ask me why Ezekiel moved tothe exultant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107784209203034594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107784209203034594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107784209203034594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107784209203034594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/speculated-generated-rhyme-related.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107768333842565796</id><published>2004-02-24T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T17:52:29.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Speculated - generated from Spam SuperVixagra2nd. PoemFebruary 17, 2004WALK TALL and BE YOUR OWN MANI know you canSpeak out,Shout out in loud speaking voicein contemptof chameleon doctrinesin the guiseof approvalof fruitious revenues,great monitories for onlya few.Against the controversial,indissoluble effectsof non-nutritious foodstuffin the common market.Altercated, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107768333842565796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107768333842565796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107768333842565796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107768333842565796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/speculated-generated-from-spam.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107768179553153818</id><published>2004-02-24T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T21:07:14.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Speculated, Generated from Spam SuperVixagraFebruary 17, 2004IN THE THRESSHOLD OF REMORSEHe lay on the couchfeeling absolutelydespondent with remorse,biting his fingernailwith the jagged edge.He had been suffering from insomniafor several days nowand the range of his thoughtswere abstruse with bigotry.He queried to himselfwhen did I change?When did thismetamorpisis take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107768179553153818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107768179553153818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107768179553153818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107768179553153818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/speculated-generated-from-spam_24.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107756219164515074</id><published>2004-02-23T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:26:20.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's go for a SIDE EFFvECT!!!!From: Nettie Dwyer [mailto:cxakdeyi@email.com]Sent: Tuesday, February 17, 2004 11:57 AMSubject: biz philistine metamorphismSuperVixagra - CiajlisTake it once and it lasts all weekend.Do not have sex timed to a pill. Choose the moments when you want to have intimacy.Ciaflis acts quicker (about 20 minutes) and last much longer (about 2-3 days) with NO SIDE EFFv </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107756219164515074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107756219164515074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/lets-go-for-side-effvect-from-nettie.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107750567949954233</id><published>2004-02-22T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T20:19:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>INSPIRED POEM (generated from)MITCHEL BULLOCK’S  e-mail on 2/20/04ON SUPERVIJAGRASOJOURN at THE MARGUERITE INNIt all began during my sojourn at theMarguerite Inn, in that little hillbilly townof Charlottesville.Where I just wanted a little reprievefrom my doldrum routines and existenceand to collect my thoughts.I felt maniacal the day that I registeredand I reserved a room for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107750567949954233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107750567949954233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107750567949954233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107750567949954233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/inspired-poem-generated-from-mitchel.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107733812169869838</id><published>2004-02-20T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:25:21.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PICASSO, ANGELO AND DA VINCIPicasso was no Angeloand Angelo was no Da Vinci,but two were commissionedby the high omniscient pope.One commission was interruptedby the pope’s volition to divert fundsto Bramante’s rebuildingof St Peter’s.Great sorrowwould be experiencedby one.The high Renaissanceproduced a cluster ofextraordinary geniusesduring the fifteenth century.Some say, Da Vinci was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107733812169869838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107733812169869838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/picasso-angelo-and-da-vinci-picasso.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107729772463598605</id><published>2004-02-20T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T10:24:46.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More wordweaving yarnFrom: Mitchel Bullock [mailto:vofaykfheim@iname.com] Sent: Friday, February 20, 2004 4:28 AMTo: CasandraSubject: humus culbertson hosiery plazaSuperVijagra - CiaplisTake it once and it lasts all weekend.Do not have sex timed to a pill. Choose the moments when you want to have intimacy.Ciaxlis acts quicker (about 20 minutes) and last much longer (about 2-3 days) with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107729772463598605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107729772463598605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107729772463598605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107729772463598605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/more-wordweaving-yarn-from-mitchel.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107724832167524821</id><published>2004-02-19T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T21:09:48.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ASTRONOMICAL REVENUESChampagne for everyone.Dance eata little musica little food some allegro mystro.You,my friends,you have deservedthis celebration.The committal to this jobhas been acknowledged.You have worked hardand yes,you have been courageousand guess whatmy pisanos..there was nodammed conspiracy!The Czechs, the chinks, the Portuguese,send them all to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107724832167524821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107724832167524821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107724832167524821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107724832167524821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/astronomical-revenues-champagne-for.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107724554953845050</id><published>2004-02-19T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T19:56:03.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think you want G.e.n.e.r.i.c V I A G R A - No Prescription Needed !! Limited Time Offer: 15 pills for $119.00 We also have these medications in highly discounted generic form:Ambien, Xanax, Phentermine, Lipitor, Nexium, Paxil, and Vioxx.No charge for the physician's consult.Fast, private, and FREE delivery Convenience: 10 minute online consultation right now egan wapato dictatorial </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107724554953845050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107724554953845050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107724554953845050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107724554953845050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-think-you-want-g.html' title=''/><author><name>rosy ogrady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612450075944816240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107716508229041581</id><published>2004-02-18T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T21:34:02.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOVE AND WARCome darling, have some champagnelets be merry, even if it’s just for the moment.Lets put our bitter sorrows, our fights,our transgressionsto the morrow.Lets bury them deep in the somnolent earthno tears shed to douse the soilfor new birth….so possibly we may start anew.As the blossom of the chicory budsemerge from their dormant hiatusinto eyes of new light.Let our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107716508229041581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107716508229041581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107716508229041581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107716508229041581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/love-and-war-come-darling-have-some.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107703828200003684</id><published>2004-02-17T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T10:20:40.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SPAM to STOP those POP-UP AdvertisementsFrom: Lilian Odonnell [mailto:gzqmshnufqbwzb@lobbyist.com] Sent: Tuesday, February 17, 2004 2:56 AMTo: ElvaSubject: regimentation germany disciple mbabaneAs Featlured by: CNET, USA TODAY, NBC, Newsweek, and TIMEProvides reliable and efficient pogp-up and pojp-under ad blowckingtechnology in an integrated, easy-to-use Internet Explorer toolbar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107703828200003684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107703828200003684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107703828200003684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107703828200003684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/spam-to-stop-those-pop-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107699220476422864</id><published>2004-02-16T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T21:38:45.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inspired from CialisTHE AGREEMENTDuring the eleventh hourthe livid diamond merchant,sitting in his overstuffed chair,throws down the phoneafter the fiery spirited dialoguewith the editorializerin his heavy brogue,baying like a chickendissertated on the compunctious abashmentson the death of civicism.In a cyclone motionhe jumps out of his chair andresumes his tirade on the surly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107699220476422864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107699220476422864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107699220476422864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107699220476422864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/inspired-from-cialis-agreement-during.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107697697097624897</id><published>2004-02-16T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T17:18:48.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Absinthe makes the heart (and other organs) grow fonder.Last night I came in at 2 with a 10, but at 10 I woke up with a 2.    Willie NelsonWith each diagonal footstep,illumined and impulsive,imperate couples clump togetherin incandescent, drunken extravaganza,commingle in improvident fantod,concatenate, feign a painstaking choreography- an obligatory and irrelevant minuet.  With </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107697697097624897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107697697097624897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107697697097624897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107697697097624897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/absinthe-makes-heart-and-other-organs.html' title=''/><author><name>rosy ogrady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612450075944816240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107686708172755066</id><published>2004-02-15T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T17:27:50.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inspired from inspirational email thatInitiated the Spam ProjectHE AND HIS PASSIONSThe acid satire of verse, screeching withpoisonous hints of erotica,excited his passions.His queerish mind begins plowing thebounteous terrains of erotic images,adherent to the foils ofhis imagination.He savors the titillating burning versewith hushed breath.His lips and fingers, quiver at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107686708172755066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107686708172755066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107686708172755066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107686708172755066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/inspired-from-inspirational-email-that.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107686397369352982</id><published>2004-02-15T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T09:59:39.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A diamond merchant stops for a steam at the bathhouse where a highranking executive has terminated with extreme prejudice a fluffyminded associate whose acknowledgements would further conundrumise his latest dunpickle.  The merchant, soaked in the blasting cyclone blowspray of baying and contemptuous disaprovers, dreamhaunted by Gary Condit and a one-armed man achestnutbarkhorseback, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107686397369352982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107686397369352982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107686397369352982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107686397369352982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/diamond-merchant-stops-for-steam-at.html' title=''/><author><name>rosy ogrady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612450075944816240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107682731303379345</id><published>2004-02-14T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T23:44:27.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bring Me an ExorcistIn the Eleventh hour behind the air curtainof my cyclone-thoughts,I am dream-haunted by a diamond studdedcow-goddess fused of cysts and bile— Pouredinto a dress stitched withChestnut tree bark disease.My Daphne is a corm to be dissertated within the dark fields of the therapist’s trade journals andto be measured by thecorrelative ceilometersof abashment</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107682731303379345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107682731303379345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107682731303379345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107682731303379345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/bring-me-exorcist-in-eleventh-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107682342092107697</id><published>2004-02-14T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T22:40:07.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Viagra has a COMPETITOR!;-) [Say it isn't so!]  From: "Jade C. Scintilla" Roll out this weekend with the confidence of knowing that you hold the key to bring pleasure to any girl for the complete weekend. step by  CialisStarts working in &lt; 30 minutesLasts for up to 36 hoursLess side effects than viagraNo prescription neededAs seen on the superbowlblowspray disapprover convolvement </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107682342092107697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107682342092107697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107682342092107697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107682342092107697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/viagra-has-competitor-say-it-isnt-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107678674284175739</id><published>2004-02-14T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T12:45:35.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>INSPIRED (generated from] SPAMWORDSTHAT ARE NOT ABOUT  VIAGRA.	Tue Feb. 10th.OFFENSIVE FOSSILThe offensive bacteria that was suspended inthe fluid of albumin, from a fossilof the Cambrian period,vertebrae were intact,from the excavation lead by the renownedScientist and Archeologist,Doctor Allen.Doctor Allen quotes that a seepagepermitted the homogenate calcine poop,a phonon,to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107678674284175739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107678674284175739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107678674284175739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107678674284175739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/inspired-generated-from-spamwords-that.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107655942973610818</id><published>2004-02-11T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T17:35:45.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> INSPIRED (generated) FROM SPAMWORDS THAT ARE  NOT ABOUT VIAGRA. TUE FEB. 10TH.SHE WAS NO PUSSYCATThe eloquent Lady Christina of Belgian ancestry,a noteworthy horsewoman, loved the celerityof the hunt.A daredevil who enjoyed the accoladesof the knights of the court.An enchantress, with fallow hair, and delicacyof lush bosom, aroused the cupidityof the Czar of Romania.She was no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107655942973610818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107655942973610818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107655942973610818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107655942973610818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/inspired-generated-from-spamwords-that_11.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107645568024894676</id><published>2004-02-10T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T16:30:29.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow! SpamWords that are NOT about Viagra!!!!The hepalthy way to losse fpat and keep it ooff.Best vaslue weicght lozss progqram on the intvernet!Unmsubxscrcibegabrielle calumet hearten argumentation benzedrine firefly dean nautical eloquent colon annuity kimono extant celerity herringbone fellow naivete deflect daredevil curdle discretion disgruntle christina inexplainable fallow fossil </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107645568024894676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107645568024894676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107645568024894676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107645568024894676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/wow-spamwords-that-are-not-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107620560862244314</id><published>2004-02-07T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T10:25:28.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>POEM FROM THE INSPIRATIONAL EMAIL WHICH INITIATEDTHE SPAM PROJECTTHE END OF THISThe activism of the activist cries out to thecrackpot in Algeria, noted as a frequentcustomer at the local Bordellos.Born and raised in Tennessee, hisaccomplishments created notoriety amongstthe press.The activist now clamor for his reform,and possession of material, employed.The genius of his creation</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107620560862244314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107620560862244314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107620560862244314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107620560862244314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/poem-from-inspirational-email-which.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107620442949038931</id><published>2004-02-07T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T10:21:14.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>POEM INSPIRED BY VIAGRA SPAM MAILABSOLUTION IN A FOREIGN LANDThe bricklaying Billie, a plebian versed in his field,made a pilgrimage to Mecca, to brag abouthis good Catechism compelled,by his id.The pathology of his insane motivations drove him to an auspicious erratic decline,where he would relinquish his tormented mindamid the pessimism, and gladdengloom to Allah.His daily </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107620442949038931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107620442949038931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107620442949038931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107620442949038931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/poem-inspired-by-viagra-spam-mail.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107619564269463645</id><published>2004-02-07T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T10:35:36.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poem inspired from more raw words preying on som men's "biggest fear..."A SICILIAN WEDDINGSir Clarence Raleigh, kindly accepts, revolts……Yes, accepts the Sicilian marriage of his son, Thomas Raleigh 11,to Angelina Constantia Provolona, in the Godforsaken little Province in France, where the Parisians, and the Sicilians, can kiss my …..ass.The media will hype this travesty as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107619564269463645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107619564269463645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107619564269463645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107619564269463645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/poem-inspired-from-more-raw-words.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Castlewood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603763952623226117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107596230252225726</id><published>2004-02-04T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T23:27:23.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poem created from raw words, dated  1/30/2004From: Diana SalimiTo: Paula DiTalloDate: Wed, 4 Feb 2004 20:14:46-0800Subject: Contacts: Editor's ListTHE HONORARIUM My loveable Samuelson,You dear, impeccable, adorable egghead.After a martini or two, in Durango, when you received the honorarium for best author on your impeccable work, and research, on the artistry of Japanese Calligraphy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107596230252225726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107596230252225726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107596230252225726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107596230252225726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/poem-created-from-raw-words-dated.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107567689030444335</id><published>2004-02-01T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:21:51.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We’re starting February off RIGHT with a plethora of raw possibilities!;-)________________________________________From: Britney Pollock [mailto:mthanxxvq@earthlink.net]Sent: Friday, January 30, 2004 5:24 PMHi,Subper chatrge your louve litfe!Orsder your Vjiagora and Sfupter Vihagdra sabfely and securwely onlisne.methuen crawl durango coronet materiel continuant eucre quay inexact journalese astor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107567689030444335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107567689030444335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/were-starting-february-off-right-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107567774990270815</id><published>2004-02-01T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T16:26:24.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I managed to use EVERY WORD!!!You tire me.Not the kindly proclamation of beckoning somnolent kissesfrom a powder-puff pillow and soft sheets,Not the quiet exhaustion that revolts against thought and accepts peaceful suspension.No, you tire me.Your miasmic hazeYour myopic gaze--You are the rancid elephant,Splashing, Licking, Invading, Aggravating, Forcing further and farther and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107567774990270815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107567774990270815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107567774990270815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107567774990270815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-managed-to-use-every-word-you-tire.html' title=''/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13714587612989107451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107686465301421590</id><published>2004-02-01T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T10:16:50.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Remember your birth, how your mother struggled to              give you form and breath.  You are evidence of her life,              and her mother's, and hers.  Remember your father, his             hands cradling your mother's flesh, and maybe             her heart, too, and maybe not.  He is your life also.                                        Joy HarjoElephants remember where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107686465301421590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107686465301421590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107686465301421590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107686465301421590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/02/remember-your-birth-how-your-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>rosy ogrady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612450075944816240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107542019542585965</id><published>2004-01-29T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T12:34:34.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>StruggleThe Humboldt Bay figures stands beforeThe neurotic bloke from Gambia looks impulsiveBehind his African Epa maskAbove a painting of Frank Auerback expressesYes, this extravaganza will disperse.The torn corduroy epaulet danglesAs a thick flung paintbrush laysBefore aforethought of my strugglesPainstaking I accost the canvasUnresolved feeling decadentIs this another of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107542019542585965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107542019542585965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107542019542585965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107542019542585965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/01/struggle-humboldt-bay-figures-stands.html' title=''/><author><name>Dunham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02326201224824416301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107540022694742426</id><published>2004-01-29T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:20:42.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More raw words preying on some men's BIGGEST fear...-----Original Message-----From: Jason DimmickSent: Thursday, January 29, 2004 7:52 AMSubject: Sweet spamrequisite revolts cohered scoped suspends accepts Raleigh kindly exhaustion regulators rancid splashing inked closest cistern Provence elephant Sicilian aggravates marriage licking interwoven haunts psyche Here are a few quest1ons for you.1) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107540022694742426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107540022694742426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/01/more-raw-words-preying-on-some-mens.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107525317402074799</id><published>2004-01-27T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T18:32:42.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brittle PilgrimageNo bricklaying formulas avoid ritualistic insanity.No algorithmic calculations compell.Divorced from oceanic romance,cleaveing to plebian gloom,relinquish the fight and remain;Convinced of your own inferiority, all benefits are illicit.Amble into pathology, Conservator.Nurse that excisable woundplod all the way to the sanatorium,give wide allowance to yourself,but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107525317402074799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107525317402074799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107525317402074799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107525317402074799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/01/brittle-pilgrimage-no-bricklaying.html' title=''/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13714587612989107451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107522921041536049</id><published>2004-01-27T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:19:41.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Viagra STRIKES Again! Raw words of the DayFrom: Clare Merritt [mailto:pwjsxaufo@earthlink.net]Sent: Wednesday, January 27, 2004 6:17 AMSubject: cheryl envious clausen maria regaliaHi,Genierc and Super Viarga (Caiils) available online!Most trusted online source!Cilais or (Spuer Vagira)takes affect right away &amp; lasts 24-36 hours!FOR SUEPR VAIRGA CILCK HEREGenierc Virgaacosts 60% less! save a lot of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107522921041536049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107522921041536049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/01/viagra-strikes-again-raw-words-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107522947784323861</id><published>2004-01-26T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T12:05:47.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>spam mail raw words of the day 1/26/2004From: Amber [mailto:mppbtphackw@el-nacional.com] Sent: Monday, January 26, 2004 5:25 AMTo: Jason DimmickSubject: Re: LMXO, word dramlit' mightFree Cable&amp; TVirremediable stinkpot dilatation epigenetic causal accreditation crayfish tapa blunder foam tog obese inhabit hopscotch gelable spacious corpuscular whatley dallas typhoon wham codebreak infest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/feeds/107522947784323861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387850&amp;postID=107522947784323861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107522947784323861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107522947784323861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/01/spam-mail-raw-words-of-day-1262004.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107523057702344984</id><published>2004-01-23T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:18:41.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poem generated from 1/12/04 spam mailI'm telling you his spirit was as bright as lanternlight. He was a Pall Mall cowboy riding roughshod in the reverie of cowpony pals over the clinical terrain of neuroses and transferral, his intuition for psychosis a cyclopean oscilloscope, his need for a smoke twice as keen.In his head, the constant clang of munitions and hallucination was the clattery click </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107523057702344984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107523057702344984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/01/poem-generated-from-11204-spam-mail-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107518591453536962</id><published>2004-01-18T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:17:41.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poem from Steve Stone's spam email Sent: Monday, January 12, 2004 6:05 PMSubject: Freud and Ashcroft in spam Countrydear sigmund,you know what? envy schmenvy andyou can kiss my bryophyta. how muchcoke did you smoke, anyway?your good sense fell casualty to the perilsof alkaloid erosion, like our civil rights to thateavesdrop hessian and his patriot act.ahh, well. from conception to fanout ,and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107518591453536962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107518591453536962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/01/poem-from-steve-stones-spam-email-sent.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-107517078092558552</id><published>2004-01-17T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:16:07.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Second Poem Inspired from Free Cable TV spamSent: Friday, January 16, 2004 4:29 PMSubject: Plea from the Pharmacology...A Plea from the Pharmacology Status Quo: What the Hell?How about swallowing anindiscriminant chaw ofdiatomaceous pill grit,Ms. D.?Yes, it may lacerate your liveruntil you implode witha gallstonecomprised of more daffodil yellowbile than the insolublecrimson cocoaour stool </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107517078092558552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387850/posts/default/107517078092558552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spam-project.blogspot.com/2004/01/second-poem-inspired-from-free-cable.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592694744624824690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387850.post-10771603183760618</id><published>2004-01-16T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T20:19:41.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The h Gift e That r Keeps p On e Giving s Vegetation is not all that cycles, sweet Proserpine. This periodic imploding pain you feel in your nethers is not the diatomaceous gallstone residualsof an odious diet.  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