Reply-To: Juan.thompson@colorado.edu
Supposedly-From: Juan n' Jen

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We feel strangely compelled to send this email, but we do'n't know why. Not
really sure why I'm here. What is my name? Tell me my purpose. Who am I?
I live to serve, but whom? I live to serve spam, glazed, with pineapple slices.

Three-fold

Three-fold and sudden urge. Her shape burnt against a wooden frame.
Instilled in the frame a break, a sudden curve, a slight awkwardness. Her
figure flowering, growing branching, expanding, extending into perfection.
Augmented to godliness, encompassing both breaks: The sudden sweet smell and
the laughing smile.

Three-fold and sudden urge: One a small sight, two a liquid queen,
three and perfection.

It felt dank and slight in my hand, so I left spinning a tale of love
and lust. Her smell still on my hand. Her voice still whispering in my ear.
I hold you, I hold your soul safe in here. A steel box the size of a penny.
She laughs. I can and have broken you to my will, to my every desire.
This box, will rest in the warmth of my loins. It will wait here for your
return, knowing you shall only in true be one when ingested, when swallowed,
when succumbed to your true nature: the sweating beast grunting, drooling,
fucking. This is the only time you can accept your soul, and know that it is
yours. When you are knee deep in your primal self, fucking and feeding off
your own filth. Twisting her hand, she tighteed her grip on my testicles
smiling saying: I know you like this.

Smell. Smell is the best aphrodisiac. It was not musky as everyone
seems to try to intimate. It smells more like a mixture of urine and an
undefineable completely intoxicating smell. A sell like leaves scattered in
your backyard on a rainy day. A smell that feels like home, like life. A
smell that you can easily curl up in and listen to the rain, watching the
water trickle down your arms and legs. This spell permeates the very essence
of woman, it drips off her body and crawls towards you with slight menace. It
brings along with it all your hopes and desires wrapped in a flowery scent.
Beckoning you to smell it. To smell it and touch it, and let it sink into
your skin. "You must," it says "you must accept me for now I am part of you."
Part of your being, your very essence and all you can do is yearn for more.
Yearn for more drips to sink in, to replace part of yourself, that you once
held sacred, but now is shit. You must have it, it is so right, so pleasant,
it must be taken in, no matter the cost. Then the drip fades and you have
nothing to hold inside, noting but yourself.

An undiscovered painting, three petals, dark blue, not night blue but
a cross between coal black and the blue eyes of a lover, glinting as you stare
at them, but under a rough tarnished surface. Laying in perfect intricacy, on
pavement recently blown by a winter storm. Small white snow piles covered
partially by the orange-grey trowup of all cities. The petals, the three
perfect petals lay covered with only a small bit of city puke and snow.

Three-fold and sudden urge: One a small sight, two a liquid queen, three and
perfection.

Seeya,
Robert Diel
rdiel@nmsu.edu

strange what happens when you're working late and beyond reason...
stranger even than reading nmsu.talk

now that i am here i am slightly closer to god, more comfortable
with myself, and less likely to kill. your pages are incredible. i had
a hard time taking in all the text...everything is so easy now, but i
felt good about coming

thanks for the memories

are you a student? what are you studing?

the occidental jt
http://beaker.nmsu.edu/spaceman/
[no doubt]

Your a pretty weird guy. Don't mean to be labeling but you are the
owber of the material at these pages...aren't you? A bunch of quotations
from uncredited people, groupies who think you are the source when you
are not. You make no effort to point this error out.
I didn't think to write you until I saw you had a very clear
legal page regarding your stuff, which seemed in pretty stark contrast to
the vague implications of ownership you present in other areas of the
file. Is this whaat is known as spamming? If so, your copyright posting
would demote you to something below god. Perhaps you should find another
name that better describes what you are doing.
Jim Kelly

Copyright (c) 1996-Jim Kelly(reprinted with permission only)
posted without permission -spam

From: jameeee@mwt.net (moonsistr)

You wanna be my boyfriend?
You're like, really cool and stuff. hehe

From cmod@miracle.net

My Friend, or perhaps enemy. You seem very pink and I have come up with a
solution to your problems.. indeed you are lacking the non-pinkness
and may, or may not have sufficent slack.. If you are correct in your
observations as to the usage of the spleen and why it's proceeses are
so dearly coveted, then you too, deserve a fried clicken slab.. Like
flatt JinX(c) the cat, you get shot wearing such behoven inner wear in
a texian society, but that's fine when you have your slackness outter
wear on.. Ohh boy.. you better.. Why am i warning you of this
emminent danger? And typing in this utterly retarded Box which is mroe
of a pain in the ass than a novelty? I dunno, I'm bored, obviously you
are too.. we both share oddities in our lives and you seem to hark
upon them greatly.. commending you of this is ignorant and is not
needed, but your salvation with Bob is one which is
enevitable. hopefully you have not fallen pray to the trucks of
bullshit being loaded into your face by those, OTHER guys, the OTHER
guys are not true, and 1996 years of bullshit is all they say.
However, being new and open to suggestions, i require some sort of
reply or recognition. you may be delighted to see that i also have a
web page, however shitty it may be .. too bad my donkey bestiality
pictures of spleens with farm animals and cans of spams fucking sheep
are gone.. But thank got for Alt.sex.sheep.baa.baa.baa !.. enter :
http://www2.miracle.net/~cmod

From: c.l.wilson@elvis.murdoch.edu.au

What does your name mean, and WHO ARE YOU???
I love your poetry. Please write me and tell me
something about yourself.

My e-mail address is:
c.l.wilson@elvis.murdoch.edu.au
If that doesn't work, try substituting 'elvis' for 'student'.

Hope to hear from you.

Jellybean.

SPAMGOD~
I dont usually voice an opinion or even write to anything like this but i
just wanted to share that i thought your page had this spark of creativity
and imagination, it just is unlike anything else i have ever read i loved it,
it just wasnt the same old crap handed down to you in the same boring way,
you made it interesting, i know this sounds lame, but i just felt i had to
say something, if you know of any other exhisting ages like your i would
really appreciate the information, thanks alot ,

Rachel

Great page...thanks, its always refreshing to read someone's veiwpoints
that I can relate to.

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spamgod@warped.com

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