Thursday, May 24, 2007

Spam

So I get some spam, just like everyone else. After watching Spamland (#1,#2,#3) I got inspired to try and find some poetics in my spam. Here are a few.

From: Stanley Orozco
Subject: Alert: And he is positively
May 21, 2007

in my memory, arrayed itself with all its first distinctness. lips apart. I took courage, and led the fated pair to a new-made way? Which way?, holding her hand on the top of her head to Hullo, where is John? he asked, suddenly missing the third bed.
common grown-up, with a daughter called Margaret; and every

As she said this, she came upon a neat little house, on the door might venture to proceed. Their bright eyes were fixed on me; their She is such a dear quiet thing, Alice went on, half to herself, that his jealousy had grounds, so far as that Walter Brome had blend them with the intermingled tree-tops, except where the roof of fire so as to see to darn, for there was no other light in the Is Michael asleep? he asked, with a careless glance at Jane.




From: Haley
Subject: Enjoy it as i do
May24, 2007

the associations connected with it, she desired to preserve it for the sake¡¡'m much obliged to him for his interest, but it 's quite wasted, thank you." "but she is hands now presented a most brilliant appearance.

the associations connected with it, she desired to preserve it for the sake the associations connected with it, she desired to preserve it for the sake miss scamp put his paw on her lips because he saw them moving, but it seemed as if¡¡air of soldiers getting ready for a battle, with the bracing of nerves and quickening

air of soldiers getting ready for a battle, with the bracing of nerves and quickening¡¡"take it away! take it away at once!" he shouted. answered the child, gazing thoughtfully at the curious thing she had found. only make the sacrifice all at once, and done with it, then it would seem easier;

the answer came so quick that it nearly took the old "gracious, miss p.! how can you? i've been here this; scarlet, sandy, streaming, and speechless she leaned against the illustrious are all very well in the spring, but mine protect me against the winter." fair¡¡anything, it's done though the sky falls," said laurie, when he had presented

"but i never go to parties!" cried¡¡to stay here a little while, if i could; i do so dread to be alone. is it possible? room; no skill, no success! if i could be an student major-ing in economics,! and i don't know any of them very well. papa named this place the aunt-hill,

shone so magnificently that the scarecrow heartily congratulated him hands to push the raft through the water. new york at uncle's; and then, in the spring, i was sick, and we came f: what will peter play this friday? ¡¡figures. i am glad of this, for though i should be very proud of a

the face better, do you think?" said becky, taking off a wet cloth,¡¡venture on any fashion and nature blessed her with a complexion that her head, while laurie seated himself astride a chair. clever and fly round right smart. miss meg is going to make a proper

"and i am going to ask him to give sancho with difficulty restrained himself from repeating his former we will accept the fact, and at once cheer ourselves after the last i'll ask laurie to go skating. he is always kind and jolly, and will¡¡the wisest. so rose, looking out from the safe seclusion of her girlhood¡¡view of the brook, the meadows, and the distant hills; and over the with laughter while she excavated that her knife went too far, cut

who, remembering all the young pair had suffered together, felt that in a room playing toys. that's not helpful to make the children strong. she thought sad, bitter, oftentimes rebellious thoughts. her.¡¡

for any thing," she always said with a resolute air after one of these ever so nice; and i shall keep her as long as she 's happy." used for darning stockings. (it may surprise you to learn that a princess on his hobby, came ambling up to hold an intellectual tournament in the¡¡resolving never to return, she went home, and worked off her irritation

bright eyes were fixed on me; their She is such a dear quiet thing, Alice went on, half to herself, that his jealousy had grounds, so far as that Walter Brome had blend them with the intermingle

Thursday, May 17, 2007

5/17

The times that I look at her and am not thinking about sex, I think about her in ten years. I try to imagine where we will be. Looking at each other in the drowned out colors of light grays, saying "goodnight". We smile, kiss and tell each other that we love the other, even when we're mad.
I try to think about the light that might be in our hallway. It might be the same lamp, a fake oil lamp with flowers painted on the sides, that will sit in our common area of our old house. I kids would be asleep and we would be tired from walking to the park or a long day at work. Every night I still would sit blinking, waiting for her to poof away, because it just doesn't seem like it's real. Nothing this great is supposed to happen to me.

This past semester was a serious strain on both of us. We had some pretty horrendous roommates that turned from friends to people that lived with us. I made dean's list, released a magazine, turned a club around, worked, received two awards for my writing, and am still with her. I wasn't home much there at the end of the year, I would have never been there had it not been for her.

When I hold her from behind when she's curled up in bed, I know that it's alright. She's what I want. If she were just like me it won't work. I need someone to shove me out the door, because "the sun's out."

This is great, and even when it doesn't feel like it is, it still really is.