Spam as Automatic Writing, II

I have posted here before regarding the similarities between spam email and avant garde poetry. This is the best I have yet received:

DON\'T PUSH YOUR WOMAN GO TO THE ANOTHER MAN\'S BED. brutal and actual as this. Even his great presence of mind could only manage glasses. Either the President or the Secretary is coming after us with that and turned over heavily. At the door he waited a minute, then shouted: work of the millions in Africa, in India, in America, who have come directly Street or to Bagdad. But man is a magician, and his whole magic is in this, ———————–—Lowering His Voice Stealthily. for anyone to be here who was not a delegate." "My milk! " said the other, in tones of withering and unfathomable leader splashed across the road. Fools as we were in motley, all jangling and absurd, BEEN SOMETHING IN ME THAT ANSWERED TO THE NERVES IN ALL THESE ANARCHIC MEN. German specks had vanished, followed by a trail of little puffs of shrapnel. Japan's campaign in China lasted from 1937 to the end of the war, during which the Republic of China faced 80% of Japanese troops and relieved the Soviet Union under Stalin from fighting a two-front war. In the war against Japan, China lost more than 3 million soldiers and more than 17 million civilians. Many others were tortured, forced into slavery or raped, which resulted in charges of Japanese war crimes. takes from five to seven days to die—five to seven days of slow choking." Roared in the wind of all the world ten million leaves of grass; There is a moment's pause, and gravel and bits of bark tumble about their "Naturally, therefore, these people talk about 'a happy time coming'; and her round cheeks to be made up entirely of small spheres and large soft the police station, they should make the effort, in passing, to attach to necessary for me to tell you what is my policy, for it is your policy also. have just come out of its wig; he might have been Marat or a more slipshod eye on me, though God knows how. I'll tell you the story some day. It was ———————–—The Iron Covers Are Clamped On The Smoking-room Windows, For No Lights better get your car ready, my friend." Covered with greenish mud, splashing the mud right and left with their "We have," said the Colonel, and from the floor of the car he fished up roses, scenting the darkness, then back again past the Opra towards the * "Oh, God, something's got to happen soon." * asked them why they attacked Sunday so rashly. Syme strolled with her to a seat in the corner of the garden, and sunlit sea. Then he strolled back again, kicking his heels carelessly, and a ———————–—(R) Covered with greenish mud, splashing the mud right and left with their four intermediate officials, and was suddenly shown into a room, the abrupt eye on me, though God knows how. I'll tell you the story some day.