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[scarred]

How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. You breath as delicately as vapors flowing towards an attractive flame. The stickers hugging the fruit smell better than the perfume of ambergris. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. Your beauty is equal to the smoothness of a polished gem. I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts. Your cleverness helps me breathe without the need of oxygen. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with rose petals while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover cupcake sprinkles. Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? So charmingly silky, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle.

great spam or greatest

[Zingoleb]

Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with rose petals while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover cupcake sprinkles.

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This is where I lost it and started dying of laughter. What the hell is this supposed to even be for?

[LTK]

It's social networking flattery spam. Apparently there are a couple variations of it as well.

May you be as vivid as your hallucinations. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. What wonderful vibrations you are capable of. Your beauty is multiplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence. In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you. Your intoxicating reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts. Please let me hear more of that wonderful sound. Polished rock candy comes ever to mind when thinking of you. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts. Your sweet voice is like the application of aloe vera upon a sunburnt back. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation?

Someone, somewhere sat down and churned out dozens of these incredible sentences and spammed them all over MySpace. For what purpose? I don't know.

[calenlass]

smell better than the perfume of ambergris

hahahahahaha

[Johnny C]

holy shit

[Lunchbox]

I received a spam the other day titled 'In Rod We Thrust' which I thought was pretty epic.

[KvP]

All it needs is a Bassnectar track.

[onewheelwizzard]

^^ any spam with this is instantly greatest spam