Tuesday, February 22, 2005

The most poetic spam of all time

Somebody named Products S. Blouse (email: yodeler@srv0.civ.edinburgh.ac.uk) asks me 2 questions: "What's your pleasure, squire?" and "How to have the best sex humanly possible?" Then, below the image that hints at answers to that 2nd question, wraps it all up with some crazy, random lines....


Qui' b'o'tic A good husband is healthy and absent.
There never was a truly great man that was not at the same time truly virtuous.
Friendship consists in forgetting what one gives, and remembering what one receives.
To myself, personally, it brings nothing but increasing drudgery and daily loss of friends.
When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master.
I skate to where the puck is going to be, not where it is.

Love, you are eternal like springtime.

If you look like your passport picture you're too ill to travel.
Old things are always in good repute, present things in disfavor.
I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
The difficult part in an argument is not to defend one's opinion, but rather to know it.
Plant a seed of friendship reap a bouquet of happiness.
We are all cells in the same body of humanity.

Communication is depositing a part of yourself in another person.
Evil is always possible. Goodness is a difficulty.

He who gives while he lives, get to know where it goes.
When you doubt, abstain.

Some have greatness thrust upon them, but not lately.


Dig it, man. Dig it.


At 2/22/2005 06:44:00 PM, Blogger Ennea said...

i got a good one today too!


For who is pleased with himself.

Inside you there's an artist you don't know about. He's not interested in how things look different in moonlight. Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph -- green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree. Learn as though you would never be able to master it hold it as though you would be in fear of losing it.
It is not in the pursuit of happiness that we find fulfillment, it is in the happiness of pursuit.
We are all of us, more or less, the slaves of opinion. Life's tragedy is that we get old too soon and wise too late

Assassination is the perquisite of princes.

It's not dying for faith that's so hard, it's living up to it.

An intellectual is a man who takes more words than necessary to tell more than he knows.
The secret anniversaries of the heart.
The greater our knowledge increases, the greater our ignorance unfolds.
[Three classes of people]: Those who see. Those who see when they are shown. Those who do not see.

Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
Old age adds to the respect due to virtue, but it takes nothing from the contempt inspired by vice it whitens only the hair.

Be miserable. Or motivate yourself. Whatever has to be done, it's always your choice.
Historian. A broad -- gauge gossip.
Ninety percent of my game is mental. It's my concentration that has gotten me this far.

At 4/07/2005 12:20:00 PM, Anonymous glm said...

Have you ever "Google Whacked" on google? I did a search for: "abstain perquisite"
Your site came up.........thought I would let you know.



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