Wahnsinn! Was ist nur aus dem Spam geworden? Das ist mittlerweile eine eigene Kunstform!

Heute habe ich eine Spammail erhalten. Hier der Inhalt:


he asked Annie in this dream. ""Yeah, it was a hot day, all right,Goliath said, and Paul was alarmed by how much closer his voice was.

"Its the guy Kushner was looking for. As soon as she was gone, he slid the flat can out of his underwear and under the mattress. One of the key rules to survival here on the scenic Western Slope was, to wit, When Annies treatin, you best be eatin. I guess I dont want to write after all; I think Ill just take an extra pill and go to bed.

Spiders down there, he thought.

Paul had known writers who found it impossible to write after so much as a minor marital spat, and he himself usually found it impossible to write when upset. Oak Hall was the inheritance of Albert Fossington, a schoolmate of Geoffreys and Ians.


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