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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

[maraich]

Are you doing ok?

[vonkarmas.livejournal.com]

This is why I make it a priority to check my emails and voice mails frequently. You should know better than to procrastinate, Phoenix Wright.

[honestcop.livejournal.com]

That's Bayesian poisoning, but it's not very good. I'm not sure why it got through. You should probably train your filter better.

[philoxidizes]

It's like the Magic Eye version of advertising. Stare at it long enough, and perhaps the answer will appear.

[oceanicbutterfly]

...and it didn't even mention a product or anything?

[nick-4-maya.livejournal.com]

It is a little poetic, isn't it Mr. Nick! I don't think I really understand what it's trying to say, though.

[magicalminuki.livejournal.com]

What's the poem supposed to mean?