junk mail

Normally I just whip through junk mail offering to super-size my genitals like a bad flip-book, but when it comes with such a hilarious picture as this ... who can resist?

"You know what, Neko Case, you can just take your ruler and stick it up your arse!" *pouuutt* *pouuuuuttt*

Trampled snow is the only rose

Some junk mail is just that: junk. Other junk mail is pure poetry to my email-skimming eyes. The following falls into the Junk Mail Poetry category, today's Blog Fodder post. The poem continues after the jump.

Sent from someone named Brandon Bates. I'm currently inquiring if he has published other work.

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laughter, by which he had been interrupted. I was deceived, and walking away. You insult me by talking such nonsense. never forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle marked angry about it. And yet I wish I could show you our cat Dinah: