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[attorneyatlol]

This has to be the single strangest junk e-mail I've ever gotten.

Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have grasped
The mortal architect had brought to life,
My keyhole blows a gale
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
And beyond, the same sound of bees
A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.
And he is swathed in ever-petrified dread;

It's almost poetic.

In related news, I'm finally done catching up with all of my e-mails and voice mails. I never thought it'd take so long to get through two months of backlog, but I guess you don't realize how much stuff you get until it all piles up. At least I don't have to worry about it anymore...

Comments

[attorneyatlol]

No, no! I didn't mean you. Not specifically, anyway. It's happened to a lot of people, but I'm not so sure it's a virus... Nobody really knows why it happens.

It's hard to explain.

[vonkarmas.livejournal.com]

...

That's because you're horrible at it.

[attorneyatlol]

...Then maybe you should ask somebody else.

[vonkarmas.livejournal.com]

The only questions I asked were concerned with deciphering your foolish gibberish, Phoenix Wright.

[attorneyatlol]

I was only trying to be helpful.

[vonkarmas.livejournal.com]

... Save that for your clients, I am sure they love to be disappointed with your efforts.

[attorneyatlol]

...Fine.