Poetry, Writing

Spam Poetry Interlude

On account of somehow not realizing it was almost Monday again, I find myself scrambling to come up with a post to write. Lucky for me, it has been a good long while since I resorted to spam comment entertainment, so the pickings for poetry are rich. Even if the comments are sassing me a… Continue reading Spam Poetry Interlude

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Poetry, Writing

Spam Poetry: the Last Minute One

I woke up fifteen minutes ago and realized I hadn't yet written a post for today. Well done, me! Thus, here we are, with the latest installation of Spam Poetry. This time around, my spam folder had a lot of very important information to share with us.... Things to Keep in Mind WhIle publIshIng these… Continue reading Spam Poetry: the Last Minute One

Poetry, Writing

Spam Poetry: the Reckoning

Greetings fine denizens of the internet! This past weekend was Emerald City Comicon, which was absolutely wonderful, as per usual, but also exhausting, which always somehow surprises me.   I am citing this as validation in my decision to return yet again to my running gag (read: trick I use to distract you from the fact that I… Continue reading Spam Poetry: the Reckoning

Poetry, Words, Writing

Spam Poetry Revisited

I was writing another post for today, but it got a little out of hand. Like, the kind of out of hand that happened that time I wrote about Easy A in eight parts. This one will probably go up later, maybe as more than one post, after I have done some more example-gathering and research,… Continue reading Spam Poetry Revisited

Art, Personal Story, Poetry, Words

Spam is Poetry

I get a lot of spam messages. I have been getting more of them in recent weeks due to my unusually high posting volume. A lot of people hate getting spam messages, but I've developed a certain fondness for the things. They just try so hard to sound like people, you know? So many almost-sentences.… Continue reading Spam is Poetry

Absurdity, Poetry, Rant

the sponge caught fire in the microwave and no one knows why

Sorry to give you old work two weeks in a row, but I had my rough draft of chapter 3 for Bottom of the Garden due today and let me tell you--that thing is a bitch to write. Seriously. I've re-written it three times now. Why me? WHY ME?? Not that I'm complaining. Now that… Continue reading the sponge caught fire in the microwave and no one knows why