Sometimes spam is complimentary! Consider this gem: "Nice Blog!! Great Post !! Like your Blog and your ideas and i think its benificial for us and i keep to visit your blog regularly because i got lot of information through you blog.".
Truly wonderful words. The post under which it was placed, and from which it was duly scrubbed, is not germane. The point is that the reader felt it was a very nice blog post, and was almighty impressed by the beneficiality of all. I am worth visiting, regularly, and there is information here!
"Nice Blog!! Great Post !! Like your Blog and your ideas and i think its benificial for us and i keep to visit your blog regularly because i got lot of information through you blog."
The person who made that comment probably wishes that readers would be so moved by his insight that they would say to themselves "what a sensitive reader, surely I should click on his link, and happily browse through the commercial offerings that may be found".
Much like the makers of Atlanta Falcons Jerseys, Christian Louboutin, Isabell Marant, Ugg, Bootsoutlet, Birkin Bag, Cheapuggs, Genuine Boots, Hermes, Bootspascher, Bootsuggnederland, and many other visitors here.
Who leave endearing urls under my posts several dozen times a day.
There are times when all the reader-reactions consist of advertising.
Pipe fittings, electric cigarettes, magic pills, clothing, and footwear.
Mostly boots.
Boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots, boots!
Ugg.
If you came here to read, it is surely because you are fascinated by footwear. Soft supple leather gently and delicately, lovingly even, enfolding the fragile female foot, caressing the skin through which faintly blue veining shows, which feels warm and velvety to the manly man's touch, plus slightly moist. Those darling toes, that finely sculpted instep, the arched curve of the bridge, where silken texture gradually gives way to a flexible crêpe at the junction of digits.
Are toes actually digits? What would you call them. Pedal digits? Podagigitties? It does not matter.
You break out in a mild and dewy sweat, barely noticeable, at this point, slightly warm and tense; precisely like the objects in question, in their tailored leather husks.
Fragrances. Oh.
It's all comfortably form-fitting.
You find podiatrists incredible.
Tomorrow, yes tomorrow, you will go the boot store on Market Street, and run your nose along the rows. There's nothing like that new boot smell.
If I see you, I will surreptitiously take photos, to be uploaded to a file-sharing site and admired by the millions.
Why?
Because I am " boots, boots, boots!"
Good lord, it's six o'clock in the morning and I'm already gibbering.
Informative, and beneficial.
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