Beautifully random spam poetry
Random poetry taken as is, from the first page of my email spam. These are just some of the subject lines, unedited.
I won't be a girl, who
builds up with bricks and mortar
the red room was the biggest
in me, nothing is extinguished
The moon, and a dark mahogany four-poster bed with red velvet curtains
I wasn't sure what to say
and I had no candle.
Let's visit this strange place
I think it may cause you to smile
as he had promised
your blood will boil again
he said.
