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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

[philoxidizes]

The rabbit carcass refers to Greely's deceased cohorts; stiffened, of course, because of the extreme cold. And isn't the keyhole a warning against allowing drafts into the house?

[attorneyatlol]

And the bees?

[philoxidizes]

The humming sound of the tragically late rescue ship.

[attorneyatlol]

Or the distant sound of the heavy gale.

...You know, I'm not sure if I should be more disturbed by the fact that we're having this conversation or the fact that it's actually starting to make sense in my head.

[philoxidizes]

I'm hedging my bets and going for 'both'.

[attorneyatlol]

That's probably the best bet.

[philoxidizes]

In all seriousness, it looks as if they were concentrating so hard on passing the filters they forgot to include anything of importance. It says something about the human condition, doesn't it?