Eye My Spam: Publicizing the spam I receive in my email

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He lay in bed looking at the ceiling, his throat dry and his heart beating fast. It spilled out of his fingers onto the board and then skittered toward the edge. He could vaguely remember drinking his own piss, how hot it had been, how salty. I was hoping Misery’s Child would finally be out in paperback, but no such luck. But after a while Paul did not notice the Ducky Daddles voice of the typewriter. Enough so he had gone into what she called respiratory depression at least once. But after a while Paul did not notice the Ducky Daddles voice of the typewriter. Enough so he had gone into what she called respiratory depression at least once. Enough so he had gone into what she called respiratory depression at least once. He almost rejected it (was that a faint groan from down there in the sweatshops? He lay in bed looking at the ceiling, his throat dry and his heart beating fast.

It spilled out of his fingers onto the board and then skittered toward the edge. Because it was that bitter taste which brought the high tide in over the piling. He almost rejected it (was that a faint groan from down there in the sweatshops? Because it was that bitter taste which brought the high tide in over the piling. Enough so he had gone into what she called respiratory depression at least once. It spilled out of his fingers onto the board and then skittered toward the edge. He lay in bed looking at the ceiling, his throat dry and his heart beating fast. But after a while Paul did not notice the Ducky Daddles voice of the typewriter. I was hoping Misery’s Child would finally be out in paperback, but no such luck. But after a while Paul did not notice the Ducky Daddles voice of the typewriter. It spilled out of his fingers onto the board and then skittered toward the edge.

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Welcome to my Spam!

You might wonder why the Elliott Back Network has a new blog called “Eye My Spam.” Well, it’s simple really. Someone needs to keep track of all the spam in the world, and that person is me. Because I’ve put the email address in the HTML of this page, eventually this blog will start to get picked up by various spam spiders and sent a huge amount of spam. This will be spewed back onto this page for your reading pleasure.

If it distresses you that I am literally creating the first one of a kind spam blog, which posts nothing but spam, get over it. It’s not for my profit, but rather a whimsical personal project.