where in tarnation doth spam arise?

matthew-scott-harris2p Poems

sam i yam not, nor will this 'lo bot go away cuz, every coordinate in cyber space allows, enables and provides an opportunity to bray, and thence get access to each excel lent power full point one among the beguiling bajillion, thus this ming boggling concept proffers (even the generic mom and pop hacker tubby in her/his element field gloating as if they won the Irish Sweepstakes that day despite neither could claim direct lineage, sans Emerald Eire analogous to Celtic temptress, whose grand geography beckons toward entranceway, where sensory, levity, and ecstasy punctuate foray boot that diverges one hundred and eighty degrees asper gateway onrush of spam enters electronic hatchway spilling forth like offal horrific bilge interlay sloshing violently, revoltingly, and nauseatingly, witnessing a jay bird donning mask (yule hating) beak coming contrivance fashioned keyway. force full brainstorm to firewall to place on indefinite layaway inundation of spam midway between now and eternity, essentially noway no more, and if necessary hermetically seal myself stationing a pal in drone willingly overpay!