MARK FRANCOMBE Musician, Filmmaker, Game-designer & Kipple-monger

A Spam Story

A lot of spam arrives accompanied by reams and reams of random text, just snagged from anywhere. As far as I know its to try to trick the anti-spam software into thinking that theres more to this mail than viagra or cialis.
However, since I went over to Gmail and WordPress, I really dont see any spam anymore, and Im kind of missing the weird random texts that popped up once in a while. So below I am starting to save all the nonsense spam texts I get sent, and that I find in my Spam Folders, before it gets deleted. Im editing out any filth, (mostly) and certainly not leaving any product names here. Now this is probably copyright material, from someone, if any one can find out what it is, Ill gladly add an Amazon book link to get some sales to the poor misused authors.

A Spam Story

Then, he found the garden. Well, not so much ‘found’ as stumbled into. In any event, where there was once a stone wall was now an oasis of lush green trees and plants. Looking back, he could see the stretch of desert and rough mesas he’d travelled, tinted a subtle shade of blue, as though a translucent screen were in the way. It was easy to believe at that moment that he was hallucinating, a creation of his too fevered mind. It all hit me like an icy shower. There was no way I’d ever come under those circumstances! I was thinking they might as well declare me the winner and be done with it, when another robot wheeled over a small tray of medical-looking paraphernalia. From the assortment of items, he picked out what appeared to be a large, square adhesive bandage, and was just about to tear the wrapping when one of my escorts stopped him and said, No, no. First time. She’s nervous. This is it, isn’t it, Yuba breathed, stepping up to the platform.

As if on cue, Ifurita froze in her tracks in the doorway. Tendrils of living ink zigzagged down the stairs, swimming through the air like a coordinated school of fish with endless, liquid tails. The strawberry blonde crooned, eyes sliding shut as the first whorls of gleaming black crept across her hips. More and more of the substance slithered over her skin, tongues of obsidian spiraling down her legs, coursing up her back and between her breasts. * * * Jo wrenched off the top of the jar so fast it made Bee’s ears pop. Eager fingers closed around him. Welcome home, little guy. …turning the staff over, she levelled the tip at his chest as if aiming a rifle, the end glowing with naked energy. Yuba dove to the right, narrowly escaping the blast which exploded in impressively large hole in the far wall. Blearily looking up from the floor, he watched Ifurita turn to him, her expression completely impassive, levelling the staff yet again…

Still they weren’t done, though, as she slumped a little into the grip they had on her limbs. A lazy feeling of fulfillment surrounded her, but it became quickly replaced with rising pleasure as the thing in the can continued to fuck her. More drops of precum emerged to make a slippery trail in her hand, but this was only a prelude of what was to come. He would have preferred to go on forever, but being both young, excited and inexperienced, the moment of crisis soon came upon him. Barely aware of anything other than his own pleasure, Yuba gritted his teeth, giving one last hard thrust. Both Yuba and Ifurita froze stock still as his semen shot forth, the orgasm shared simultaneously between them both. Without waiting for a reply, he took her by the hand and led her along the bank of the creek. As Yuba had indicated, they weren’t too far from the natural spring that lay at the centre of the garden. It was also the centre of his daily life as well, since every day involved at least one trip here to collect fresh water and to bathe.

A creeper was actually snaking around my wrist. I could see it moving, wrapping around my forearm, holding my arm in place, stopping me from reaching my pocket. Trust me, he told her, hoping she would take the hint. You know, there’s a superstition about making a wish on a falling star, he said, glancing over at her. I dare say, they’ll be so many tonight, there’s a good chance of at least one of those wishes coming true. If you could wish for anything, Ifurita, what would it be? Collecting their clothes, they returned to the shrine, Yuba’s hand around her waist. Don’t look at her ass. The redhead followed, frowning. We’re we going? Don’t look at her ass. Ursula flounced up the main stairwell. Oh my God, just look at that ass. And what did she do, paint those pants on? Um, little girl?

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But to the fisherman’s wife these nations seemed all the same, and she consoled herself with the thou reas the hind legs were paid fear if they sank to the bottom. But the sailors could not understand the song, they took it for with a wholeguil just 1 itary s not the fir-tree theymeant.

“No 39 some that the child was baptized as a Christian.The boy throve; All you dark children in the world out there Be sure you’re sure — you know –.Weep not, my darling,”

The latest county data available from the BLS. Make of my pass a road to the lightaffairs, it was clear that he was not wasting, but increasing his substance. In October there were the provincial elections in the Kashinsky province, where were the estates of Vronsky, Sviazhsky, Koznishev, Oblonsky, and a small part of Levin’s land. These elections were attracting public attention from several circumstances connected with them, and also from the people taking part in them. There had been a great deal of talk about them, and great preparations were being made for them. Persons who never attended the elections were coming from Moscow, from Petersburg, and from abroad to attend these. Vronsky had long before promised Sviazhsky to go to them. Before the elections Sviazhsky, who often visited Vozdvizhenskoe, drove over to fetch Vronsky. On the day before there had been almost a quarrel between Vronsky and Anna over this proposed expedition.

It was monad deme nimble-toothed night-shining methyl ester methyl chloride olive-clad nose pipe open-windowed pain-assuaging nasturtium yellow motive-mongering paraffin-base Montpellier yellow nigh-ebbed peacock-hued orange-shaped mud house open-coil Moon type officer plant meter-kilogram-second oyster plant never-fading much-loving mid-ventral New hampshirite off-bear paste water Non-swedish olivine-andesite nitrogen oxide open-end Mid-renaissance moss fern Monmouth cock nitta tree oil cellar peacock-spotted paper-paneled nutmeg geranium oak pruner palm sugar paper jogger orange-flower narrow-guaged myosin fibrin mowrah butter one-sidedness nurse mother olive-sided flycatcher nose-belled passion-frenzied much-pondering near-hand nine-foot novel-sick mikado brown off-color paint pot pair royal otter shell mule-jenny near-coming money-breeding orient pink nitrogen dioxide nurse crop one-horse Mid-empire Navy register n-tuply mirth-loving pay envelope nicker nut naked floor nerve cavity night club middle-classdom padge owl noll-kholl moon-struck mid-channel panic-stunned palladium sponge orderly book pea mildew Day 47’s lesson shows that we are not just made better by the gospel, we are made new.

We are not a refurbished person; we are a new creation! God does not shave caterpillars; He makes butterflies. We hope this is filling your heart with joy! The old you did detestable things; no wonder Jesus had to be crucified on a cross. And now we have risen with Christ, a new creature in Him. The old is gone, the new has come! Notice how the New Living Translation puts it: “He personally carried away our sins in His own body on the cross so we can be dead to sin and live for what is right. You have been healed by His wounds! Once you were wandering like lost sheep. But now you have turned to your Shepherd, the Guardian of your souls.”-1 Peter 2:24 This verse teaches us that the reason why Jesus removed our sins at the cross was so that we can be dead to sin and live for what is right.
Oh the joy of being dead to sin and alive to Jesus Christ! We are praying that you would delight in this with us, friend. me quite round, for i love to waltz and seldom get a good turn except with you”it.” and the children. how mean the dollar looked all alone! and how long the list cried jo passionately.

As betty composed herself with an irrepressible wriggle of delight after one he had saved his soul though innocence was gone? then he would dare go home, thirdly, i think the most important thing for today’s society.

Were you trying to sleep?

The revel was at its height when a priest she grew pale, heavy-eyed and listless, though aunt plenty gave her iron enough took; for people smiled at the little invalid as she went slowly by leaning into the store, feeling rather rich and important to be shopping in this elegant natural question answered it before it was put. merely dropped their eyelids, and went by without speaking, while a good many merely dropped their eyelids, and went by without speaking, while a good many told us not to forget them.” said beth, ten days after mrs. march’s departure.the best of times, but no one can much wonder, seein’ she’s got nine children,a distressful brightness in the haggard eyes that seemed to have no rest in shame, prince! let her wear her little danglers if she likes, and don’t bargain “that will go a great way toward filling f: no, not all of them study music. for weeks to come. robby was so proud of his mammoth vegetable that taken, and gratefully pay the dear old ladies the little attentionsnurse alec couldn’t have a better, and she’ll never leave him tillas he tells you and, sheep, molly borrowed this desirable family mansion, and put her darlings just then mrs. the head, of it in chairs opposite each other, and touched the dominoes that werebrains and the scarecrow no heart, or each got what he wanted. of children, all nodding and smiling at me at once. laurie took he ‘ll torment you to death. boys are all horrid; but he ‘s the horridest face as she whispered, like a satanic echo, “let us also go and look was on the clean up committee, but mary wasn’t. For two eyes sparkled behind the fingers, then the hands came down life so nobly; yet few know it, no one thanked him, and i am leftburning in the west seemed to invite them out. Be perfect without,” said blunt jo, who had no tender fancies yet, andsomething this romantic german tale. there is fighting in it; but it is very sentimental side of life appears; so many promising young men learning to conceal or and amused him with their pranks and plans; while the women, old and young,”it indignation meeting. nan and alice are on the rampage, and we are at thethat i have really found my psyche.” for he has scotch blood in him, as one might guess from his bonnie blue the city and into glinda’s camp without anyone having a suspicion that to think, and he thought so hard that the pins and needles began to stick in her rapid walk, as if arrested by the change that seemed to strike her “once a lady had a million children, and wronged. the pistol lay ready, but death came without its aid, and sir something”the boy who broke the rule last than he could bear, for in a moment his life was changed, months of hopeless.

“please, ma’am,departed, leaving behind them the impression of shadow and sunshine, which and devouring poor betty, in spite of her wails, till their mother came and mrs. minot looked rather pleased on the whole to have her venturesome.

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