Gmail spammers are getting more creative. Witness these two gems I received today:

Opus anglicum pancake bell Non-jew Pan-america
never-conqueredoff-cutting parcel-deaf once-born open-bladed nine-knot
pale-tinted mortar bed one-toed nigh-ebbed naked-tailed paradise seed mis-stroke
paraffin wax pale-green mis-heed nitrogen monoxide mince pie mis-tilled palm
beetle paschal candle palm squirrel mummy brown mountain flax mild-scented
myrtle bird naphtha distiller middle-classism

I know it's just a series of words, but there is something poetic about it. Now here's the real bit of brillance:

Getting dumber. But what am I saying, I've been
dealing with fools all my
secondly, he's
been kind of strange lately." Arthur laughed and shook his
the left. The current was stronger. Some where
between them and the
Redrick felt a barely perceptible current of air
on his left cheek and
his eyes, probably because he no longer had
eyebrows or eyelashes. Arthur
they all drawn to this quarry? Why hadn't I heard
anything about it? Damn
"That's not important whether or not I believe.
You answer my
know me better than I know myself. You're getting
old, that must be it.
embankment there was a mosquito mange, or maybe
it extended along the
is stronger than greed. He saw all of this and
took it into account, and
pain, Mr. Schuhart."the sweat break out on her
shoulder against his. They lay there and
"Stop," he told Arthur.
and it was even nicer to drink now than alcohol.
It smelled of home. Of
"I don't need that for courage, Mr. Schuhart. I'd
rather have coffee,It's probably the most valuable thing in the Zone! And who
should have it?
Since childhood he had relied on nothing but
himself. And since childhood
bowl with Noonan's favorite salad on the
table.t
oad.
smooth." Arthur shook his head, hurt.Noonan's a
fool: Redrick, Red, you violate the balance, you destroy the
That's the
truth. Dick was right about that. You have a house, you have a
among the rocks and rubble stood a bulldozer, its
lowered bucket jammed
his sweet Artie, his one and only son, that his
pride and joy had gone into
willows are a little thicker. That's the way.
You're off!"
them back?"
am I worrying about it? What am I,
afraid?
embankment there was a mosquito mange, or maybe
it extended along the
really low. Ah, the hell with it. Does it matter?
I went. So here I am. Why
system? He slipped on a stone that turned under
his foot, and fell in. He
hot coals were pouring over him, and his clothing
was in flames and the
it won't harm her. They even say that they
generate good health."
they found! Drop it, he told himself. You have to
think first, and then use
through the puddles. He was limping and did not
look as straight and
voice, which promised unheard-of marvelous places
and times, and Kirill
the pleasure of the wet, icy caress. Arthur
gurgled, moved about, braced
willows were dry and rotten. Redrick looked
around, but for now everythingf
irst-aid kit had burst to hell, and a damp spot
reeked of antiseptic.
embankment there was a mosquito mange, or maybe
it extended along the
such a
fantastic-looking woman could actually be a plastic fake, a dummy.
It
will be like later."Forget it," Redrick said
firmly and sat up. "Give it here. There's
is like his father's, he does. If you only knew
how things were turning out,
feet from the swamp, and turn him over on his
back. Well, he used to be a
"Forget it," Redrick said firmly and sat up.
"Give it here. There's
soaked in deodorant, stuffed up his nostrils, and
offered some to Arthur.
forgot about the disappointment --not forgot,
just refused to accept what
many of the tales had it. It lay where it had
fallen. Maybe it had fallen
nearest hill a hundred steps from the rocks. "Got
it? Let's go."
suddenly exploded without any warning like a
hydrogen bomb The assistant who
and leave all his filth behind. That's what you
deserve, he told himself.
and all of him covered with a crust of oozing
slime, and he felt no pity, no
against the side of the truck, wiped his hands
against the small rocks, and
Redrick opened the pack and started picking out
the slivers of glass and
unconscious on the sidewalk and Redrick chased
the other three for four
could be seen the mottled surface of the stagnant
swamps, covered with
said looking around:
He suddenly felt that there was something ahead
of them--not far, some
"Yes," said Arthur. "I wish I could wash up.
Everything's sticking.

I love the last line of this.