Found Surreal Fiction

This was from a Spam message I received in a mostly dormant account that seems to be a mashup of fiction from various sources. The first part of this has been slightly edited for a bit more added panache. I left the latter part entirely intact. Enjoy…

Dormant Account Spamela

Rose, extending her hand. Sandals or buskins–I could not clearly distinguish.

Brownlow, turning to Rose, ‘give me your hand’, he said. And yet he was asleep.

It’s true, I wasn’t at home; but Rosamond told me you hadn’t his transparent complexion flushed suddenly, and he spoke with an aardvark, inasmuch as it was all comprised within the limits of a brown hen so I give yer notice.

This ingenious article itself, without– but he was interrupted.

“That will be a virtual defiance of Mr. Commonness!” he chortled.

This fact lay in the complexion of his prejudices, which, in spite of the ground by its sails.

A well-used minimum suffices for everything. some frightful form slowly reared its head, to drive him mad with gerbil giblets.

I believe devoutly in a natural difference of vocation. It finally became even more violent in her opposition than her husband.

He could not propose to Rosamond that she should return any to cream cheese or to throw some light on the undertow of his inquiry. He was a slave to marmalade; not so with Mr. Bring in your body then,’ said Sikes.

It was in one of these dense violins. For no one can come alone, or with the other person that knows it; and that I wisely regulating his own play by the result of his observations. But the Time Friends he was better known by the sobriquet of ‘The Artful Dodger.’

This was too good an understanding with you, and agreeing with you even when you as we did so, he would claim my success as the result of the contributions, the Board itself filling up any vacancy in its numbers, Left in a ditch, Nance; only think! The ends of his white neckerchief were He took up his note-book, which well-known cane; ‘no, no, sir; I will be good indeed; indeed, indeed I or We of a man dresses as he can.

He whispered, as though tied by the interruption; ‘it’s the O God, save me! by the railway, and still haunted by elephants which, with pensive put me up for a minute; but now I’m stupid again.

The man who robs air, to Will, who was close behind him, and presently handed him the Humphrey finds everybody charming.

But who has handsomer, better children than ours? was not a trick to frighten him, and those were the real hours treading little in a furtive manner, while Dorothea ran down-stairs to greet her After questioning and examining her, Damn you, if you move, I’ll knock your brains out! of the year, may be truly called the dead of night; when the streets Calcutta in less than twenty-four hours. question. like most other mean men, he lacked the ability to conceal his meanness. fanned wheat from before the fan. approaching the chamber, Mr. It was said of him, that Lydgate could do anything he liked, but I must won’t give it to them. mother, while he only put in a good-humored moderating remark here and without stint if the children’s temper wanted a dose, occasions when Dead? ever will,” she ended, merrily. continuation: descending from the top of the post, meanwhile, with He did not in any way exaggerate the He drew them slowly off. he was always as sleek, neat, and cool as the frog he resembled, and Everyone was silent for a minute. I have watched you change almost from death, to I become absent-minded, as you say. Having put some wood on the fire and thrown a shawl over her, she sat alleged against them. all very well to ride on sticks at home and call them ideas

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This Just Stare

What is this?

Ud tiy hyst sdtabd tgere wutg a bear ub tge aur

like you just din’t care.

And sometimes it works but other times it just doesn’t work.

Well, I don’t know

but I think it is funny

that technology is so dumb.