Lyrical Spam Mails I have received

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Does anybody else think that those automated sentence-fragments-stuck-together spam e-mails are wonderfully poetic?

example:
a cloth, and put it on her foot again. then, beingpill has poisoned me!" he gasped; "o -- h! o-o-o-o-o!the first week of the new
he was not able to get out, and began to  he would now run for at least twenty-four hours.  she thought perhaps he would go down upon
on the table, over which all three had been eagerly         

Definitely not my favourite but the only one I can find straight off the bat.  I've gotten some much longer lovely ones before, and the best ones are the ones that don't include spam URLs or jpgs or anything at all.  Just a bunch of sentence bits strung together in a way that is almost but not quite completely incomprehensible.

Wonderful stuff.

[Cramulus]

I used to save my little "spam cutlets" as I call them. I've got a folder of them somewhere. Sometimes they're really surreal or beautiful. I got one once that just said something like

digital rain
    words flashed before
digital rain
    words flashed before
digital rain
    words flashed before
dandelions
    words flashed before





for some reason I found it really haunting and unsettling. Good stuff.

[AFK]

walrus
xeroxed luncheon
flush
flush
flush

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If I knew what program was used to generate them I would download it and endless hours of amutainment would be mine.

I hestitate to google "spam e-mail generator program" though, because I fear the results will be, dare I say it, naught but spam.

[AFK]

You don't need one.

Get a bunch of friends
Get some spirits.
You each write 3 to 5 word fragments.
You put them in a hat or similar container.
Draw at random.
Write the fragments as you draw.

Voila! 
Print
Mail
Profit.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Pants wrote a project that was a random bead title generator once that operated on a similar principle. I wonder if it's still out there somewhere?

Also, blasphemepool.com, which no longer existed, would generate random insults. It was pretty great.

[Roo]

Heh. I've got a folder stuffed with them. This was one of the first ones I ever got:

Against which we have been projected? What . . .
With my foot the supple ball, for perhaps
And up there I cannot tell if it is still
Thinking of your abiding spirit brings
The snowflakes are swirling, blotting out
will come, blighting our harbingers of spring,
with visors. Their brave recreational vehicles
How can they get the point of how a world
Across the heavens' gray.
Where lamps are lit: these, too,
grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
What is there in the depths of these walls
XIX. Jones Sound and Beaufort Sea
I draw near to one of them, the lowest,
A matter of getting all that right . . .
visitors' dugout. The osprey whose nest is atop
But snow has gathered there, has piled up,
Chose to walk out of it, they'd have to pass
II. Quest and Conquest

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beautiful.

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Nice.  I still can't remember where I put all my neat ones, sadly.