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Does anyone else get spam from Gmail that has snippets of prose in the subject line? I get all this junk that consists of things like:
Have they already figured out that I'm an avid reader and are trying to entice me by putting random pieces of (badly written) prose in their e-mails? Or does this happen to everyone else?
ETA: Here's another one...
He had never shown anyone a manuscript before he had typed it and retyped it. Flames were licking through Annie's arm. "Everyone hates me!" she screamed, slipping the hypo into her skirt pocket and sitting down on the bed. I held the manuscript in my hand...
Have they already figured out that I'm an avid reader and are trying to entice me by putting random pieces of (badly written) prose in their e-mails? Or does this happen to everyone else?
ETA: Here's another one...
Then he raised it to his shoulder, and swept it toward the house, and Paul saw it was a minicam. In his mind he heard the voice of Ronald Reagan in Kings Raw, shrieking "Wheres the rest of me?
In his mind he heard the voice of Ronald Reagan in Kings Raw, shrieking "Wheres the rest of me?
He wrapped the towel around it and sat, looking out into the darkness, until it began to tingle.
Theyre a little dog-eared, but thats a sign a book has been well read and well loved, isnt it?
He could see this but reached anyway, unable to believe Fate or God or Whoever could be so cruel.
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I found one!
Point, after all, when finally one reachesCovering the land--
And he is swathed in ever-petrified dread;Oh you builders,and the numbed yards will go back undercover.Palladio who beckons from the other shore,Toward . . . that seems to be the whispered questionYour red cheeks radiant against the wind,Rain. We are forced to fly,So you can watch me watch uplifted snowThat desire has ever built, have approachedwatching calisthenics from the grandstands.Only a fox whose den I cannot find.The weight of being born into exile is lifted.In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretchingDismal, endless plain--
with visors. Their brave recreational vehiclesIn dense bare branches, or the ubiquitousmarked with a dark stroke from the left, encroached
I think something happened in the process.
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