Spamland Scripts
Mon, Jul 28th 2008, 09:26
A recent visitor to our YouTube site requested we publish the transcripts from the Spamland films... so here they are.
Spamland#1 email transcript, taken from an email selling Viagra, Cialis and the rest. From Xochiquetzal Gerow. Sent: 05 October 2006 12:18
nodded. The door was closed and sealed again. Quietly forward. Hands extended, fingers lightly bowed. Iron John was Thats why there is no record of them
Spamland#2 email transcript, taken from a HTML email selling OEM software. The plain text version of the email included the following. From Arthur Smith. Sent 30 October 2006 05:14
In a gravitation without warning the face of rubbing grew sullen Black angry mouths, the clouds swallowed up the horsehair The air was religion with suppressed excitement The walk howled through the solidness and sobbed and calfskin in the secret of the desperado The chime of the threads bell flowed out into the jawline The course notes the holy chant thursday with the storm like refreshingly angels with Satan At last the likenesses of investments lay vanquished. The composure paused in its course to do careening to God. jehovah however aabruptness clap of thunder smote the sky The lane chime of the prints off with a a cradled dissonance Demons seemed the brethren breastworks chilling with gleaming eyes and trembling acidly the militant army of Godswept up unchaste stairs mumbling the ritual of the percy Infected boatswain by the matching hysteria Aubrey openair of the fiftypound Unearthly noises like a incorrect parody of the holy sand that marks the elevation of the backward alarmed the ears the octave monks unspeakable blasphemies streak with to dropoff Rain came down delicatessen cataract napkins of lightning chased one comp like battling fiery dragons. freak jangled hideously out of urgent cheaper and pressed experiment The caravaggio through issues more then latently and rubbed both notched
Spamland#3 email transcript, from an email received by a Bristol University departmental group. From Moi Hoffmann. Sent: 01 May 2007 23:00
Subject: The forest was moving. Body of text: She is in Mushroom--the last classroom along that passage.
