philip sherburne

Spam just keeps getting better and better. Today the faux-Viagra peddlers (who kindly identify themselves as originating in Oranjestad, Aruba -- always did want to visit there) laid the good word upon me, and it said:

"We hope to grow to be dragons some day, but just now we're only dragonettes
What's that? asked Dorothy, gazing fearfully at the great scaley head, the yawning mouth and the big eyes A big machine is not needed to carry one through the air

Young dragons, of course; but we are not allowed to call ourselves real dragons until we get our full growth, was the reply There are forces in nature which may be readily used for such purpose"

I swear, there's no need for avant-garde poetix with the spammers in control. Sorry, Exact Change. Aw heck, Burning Deck.

Oh, and Mister Haibun, I've been compiling a list of names to rival your correspondents. (Well, except perhaps for Vastness B. Alias and Folksier I. Thumbing. And wasn't Alcyone E. Surtax a character in a Ray Bradbury novel?) Just you wait: you'll understand true spam envy once you realize that I've got Steadfastness O. Pearled and Edwardo Singleton on my side.