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Hope I'm not intuding but I need to make an isolated blurt.
Spam- comes to my email by the hundreds each day. There are only three that I am actualy supposed to get, about once a week.

I know I'm too curious. But does anyone else get those emails that seem garbled, but you can just make out what seems like some kind of hidden message? My computer will probably crash from a virus because I opened this one.

The hidden message seems to be scolding me for starting a phone sex business. I felt many reasons why I wanted to reply. But of course the mailer deamon brought it right back immediately. Thus I need to make the reply as an isolated blurt. Again, I hope no one minds.

Dear 'Austin Peterson'

The survivors on the island reflect on their rituals of game. The drama accompanied with serious notes, they reflect upon the family of their game. Portrayed like an event of deep historical value. The game they played so well, dreaming of $1,000,000, pitting loyalty, friendship, and trust.

The rivers Mississippi are contaminated but they still contain dissolved oxygen. The fish live on. Yet no one sends a Christmas gift to the sludge shoveling wastewater plant operator, thanking him for his dedication in service. Protecting their health and welfare from ecoli daily flushed.

The survivors on the island play in public. With no thought of the beautiful white bird they captured for food. It hung upside down, yet retained dignity. The expression reached inside my heart. Its eyes pleaded for mercy. I could do nothing.

No one sees the cattle in the prairie feedlot. Lowing with voices like their ancestors, they eat their way to a train ride to slaughter. Their antibiotics course through their veins, protecting them from each other in their crowded muddy existence. And the bacteria grow stronger.

Rumors of murder echo through the commercials as we watch on. The nights were long and lonely. The sludge moved by me as I listened to the machine guns practicing at camp McCall. Later they were silent. The being from outer space wanted to know if the lime I was mixing with the sludge had a military purpose. I enjoyed the company as I explained the wastewater treatment processes. At least someone cared.

The water flows swiftly to the sea.

A long time ago an air traffic controller got confused. He worked very long ours, worried that the planes could crash so easily. He got so tired. The President told him he couldn't go on strike. I saw his head floating in the sludge pit in the floor. I smiled at Charley, helping him out of the smelly brown liquid with my hand. He had been fixing the pumps again. His hip waders were almost as tall as he was. He was six foot, always told the funniest jokes.

I would never have parted him with his loving family.

And the reefer was always good. Even as we watched foamy sludge dripping from the vacuum pump exhaust pipe on the roof.

The reefer trucks are hard to back during the woman's fortieth birthday. The food at the truck stops protected her from her beauty as the men looked on. But she couldn't back the truck.

The clean water act fell to the floor and OSHA slipped under the door during the time she gained the prestige. And it is still a man's domain for the stupid. A woman can loose her child for being too nice.

Must she turn back now? When a play can earn a little money. And the serious role denied again and again. It is still on the table. The expensive ladder might shorten through investment of time in play. How delicious, if it could be so.

When did the Pharisees show mercy anyway? Have they not always soiled their own water, but denied it?

And remember that that naïve children may not always play safely. They explored beyond the challenges of jumping off the chicken house roof.

Oh Goldy doldy, I love you so. Goldy doldy, where are you now?
 
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hazel43 said:
Thanks for the place. God bless Literotica!
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Hi, Hazel.

I get that massive spam dump also - it's about made my old email addie unusable. I have no idea what's in them though - I'm afraid to open, even if I was interested. Frankly, I hate those bastards.
 
Roxanne Appleby said:
Hi, Hazel.

I get that massive spam dump also - it's about made my old email addie unusable. I have no idea what's in them though - I'm afraid to open, even if I was interested. Frankly, I hate those bastards.
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Sometimes the titles intrigue me so much, I have to open them. This one said something about negatve reports on my phone number. My phone number was in the title.
 
Why am I still awake at 3AM...... :rolleyes:

Somebody come knock me out......

it's going to be a very long day tomorrow... I feel it in my bones...... That's plural you perverts...... ;) :D
 
TxRad said:
Why am I still awake at 3AM...... :rolleyes:

Somebody come knock me out......

it's going to be a very long day tomorrow... I feel it in my bones...... That's plural you perverts...... ;) :D
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You have two? :D
 
Vhen did you virst notice zees attraction of zee older vomen?

*taps head vith pencil. mutters under breath I like zee older vomen too*
 
yuck, flu

fever, cough, sound like foghorn, or Stevie Nicks. I feel terrible. Everything aches. Bitchy. I hate flu.
 
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