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May. 5th, 2006 06:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chaobellI AM FREE
FREEEEEEEEEE
In celebration... or, uh, something... I offer a strange and wonderful piece of spam I received today.
Date: Fri, 05 May 2006 23:58:15 +0800
From: Ivan Robinson <wmf @xxxxxxx.com="">
To: holychao[at]chaobell[dot]net
Subject: Don't be the "little guy" in the club
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In a trice without warning the face of nature grew sullen Black angry
mouths, the clouds swallowed up the sun The air was dense with
suppressed excitement The wind howled through the long corridors and
sobbed and whispered in the secret recesses of the cells The chime of
the Vesper bell flowed out into the infinite The silver notes the
holy chant wrestled with the storm like ministering angels with Satan
At last the imps of Storm lay vanquished. The hurricane paused in its
course to do reverence to God. Suddenly, however a terrific clap of
thunder smote the sky The holy chime of the bell broke off with a a
shrill dissonance Demons seemed to people the belfry Rain came down
like cataract Flashes of lightning chased one another like battling
fiery dragons. The bells jangled hideously out of tune Unearthly
noises like a satanic parody of the holy sound that marks the
elevation of the host alarmed the ears the horrified monks
unspeakable blasphemies Prayer with ceremony and interspersed midst
of a sacred had suddenly gone mad in the if a High Priest Trembling
but resolute Father Ambrose seized a crucifix In phalanx if for
battle the brethren followed Solemn, with gleaming eyes and trembling
nostrils, the militant army of God swept up steep stairs mumbling the
ritual of the Exorcism Infected somewhat by the general hysteria
Aubrey followed
Apparently there were images with this. Thank God for pine.
FREEEEEEEEEE
In celebration... or, uh, something... I offer a strange and wonderful piece of spam I received today.
Date: Fri, 05 May 2006 23:58:15 +0800
From: Ivan Robinson <wmf @xxxxxxx.com="">
To: holychao[at]chaobell[dot]net
Subject: Don't be the "little guy" in the club
----------------------------------------
In a trice without warning the face of nature grew sullen Black angry
mouths, the clouds swallowed up the sun The air was dense with
suppressed excitement The wind howled through the long corridors and
sobbed and whispered in the secret recesses of the cells The chime of
the Vesper bell flowed out into the infinite The silver notes the
holy chant wrestled with the storm like ministering angels with Satan
At last the imps of Storm lay vanquished. The hurricane paused in its
course to do reverence to God. Suddenly, however a terrific clap of
thunder smote the sky The holy chime of the bell broke off with a a
shrill dissonance Demons seemed to people the belfry Rain came down
like cataract Flashes of lightning chased one another like battling
fiery dragons. The bells jangled hideously out of tune Unearthly
noises like a satanic parody of the holy sound that marks the
elevation of the host alarmed the ears the horrified monks
unspeakable blasphemies Prayer with ceremony and interspersed midst
of a sacred had suddenly gone mad in the if a High Priest Trembling
but resolute Father Ambrose seized a crucifix In phalanx if for
battle the brethren followed Solemn, with gleaming eyes and trembling
nostrils, the militant army of God swept up steep stairs mumbling the
ritual of the Exorcism Infected somewhat by the general hysteria
Aubrey followed
Apparently there were images with this. Thank God for pine.
