Saturday, December 09, 2006

Neo-dada poetry

Spammers are apparently using software to make random sentences, or more likely pull them from the web and string them together to make a plausible body of text in a spam email to fool spam filters. This sometimes makes for wonderfull surreal reading. I think the Dadaist poets would have loved these tools. Lo:

She pulled the razor across her left bicep and clicked the stopwatch. That sex automatically means you have STDs. Female characters, however, have one unofficial, arguable benefit: their armor looks like metal lingerie. Oh no, the aliens are too swarthy for that. I jumped into the shower, threw some clothes on, and ran out the door. This is not to say that this real life inequality is represented in the game. At your RTD job, the bus drivers labeled you the "pass around girl," a nickname you have embraced to a degree.
Some professional witnesses, albeit easily debunked ones, report having looked in through portholes and seen the beings working within. I've spent a better part of January nursing a very resilient head cold and cultivating some warm and fuzzy new relationships. In researching you and reading interviews you have given, what struck me most about you was your honesty and lack of illusion.
You know to post on your MySpace profile. When there isn't a scrumptious band playing there's always an in house DJ servicing your every sonic need as you sip moderately priced spirits. A partial answer to this is the idea that UFOs are not from space, but are rather the ships of extra dimensional or time travelers. We were going to hang out longer, but by the time we reached Amy's apartment we were all feeling a bit tired and so my friend and headed back toward my place.
You have participated in more than one polyamorous triad. That's a rough guess.
Who among you will run with the hunt?
This is a better method of getting money than having your workers make crappy knockoffs of consumer products. I know people who have fallen from you good graces frequently ask you what your parents think of your tattoos, but what do they think?
It stays crunchy in milk and can be used as a suppository.

5 comments:

laurie said...

Ha Ha Ha, this language is so alive, and fun, and says absolutely nothing.

in contrast to most of our language which is so dead, and dull, and believes it's saying so much.

Eolake Stobblehouse said...

If you google the individual sentences, you'll find they are taken from various pages on a weird site xenex.org. One of those young-people sites without rhyme or reason at all that I can see.

Anonymous said...

Um... you know, I'm not sure this comparison is very flattering to dadaists!

I had already noticed the phenomenon. It WOULD be poetic and amusing for more than two minutes, if it wasn't spam. I hate canned meat. ):-P

Anonymous said...

I hate canned meat. ):-P

I hate bad english.

Anonymous said...

"I hate bad english."

Would that be addressed to us, fine sir? Nay, I suppose not. You are too much of a refined character to bother commenting another's prose, that wouldst be beneath thou. Certainly you meant to denounce these pseudo-speaking electronic machines.

A good day to you, and my sincerest greetings to Milady your wife.