Spam Poetry in Motion!

It takes a special sort of genius to hit that nebulous spot between post-modernistic ennui and computer-generated surrealism. This award-winning example recalls the heady thrills of watching Points Of View with a raging hangover. Ah, nostalgia.


I do not really care how or when I get the Letters within the Mail.

Every time it arrives, it feels like a letter should be.
It really is suddenly there in my mail box 1 day.
A nice, tangible surprise. I am for you doing whatever you need
when you send it. Mix it up for the persons who help get it sent out.
Include crumbs from your lunch. Coffee stains.

Whatever. Hold the tedious nature of obtaining letters out to a minimum by carrying out whatever you feel like that day.
The arrival with the letter and the words of the author inside are what matters.

Personally, what I like best about The Rumpus is that I never know what I will
study that day. Or if there isn’t one that day, maybe it truly is because Stephen couldn’t find anything to
say or there was also considerably going on.


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Epic Fantasist & SFSF Socialist.

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