[kj] i didn't send that rubbish

[Tim Bucknall]

thanks Bo
 just before i received that email that i supposedly sent i got some really
odd spam
that went like this:
"Greetings, Ellis!
the foot thrust fixed. which organization laid me perfectly? mysteriously
process went that camp within finger. you spent that strong clock round
girl. politely. our blue jump from comb, that outran fat, wrong jewel.
Angeles slung her clean stick. they said Samuel why hand-rode them Tessa! we
laid electric apple, which missent tenderly... from development bought boat,
captain lit amid your family onto broken floor:

"what he mistook him?"
"it dowed them chief."

slow bank grip dove, they overate thoughtfully, poorly, crossly. she lit the
early reason concerning its tired regret, who jerry-built reluctantly. some
natural regret self-sowed aboard this fish; common, female grain. ready fall
card out-thought, he underlay blindly, elegantly, neatly. they mislaid their
chemical pocket via this tired time, that undid more. her dark arm spelt to
our behavior; wide, clear sound. which sun shit her fast? joyously help hurt
that thing amid window. you froze a future pin via force. neatly. she stank
my high eye via some hard card, that ate elegantly. he dreamt her thick
place against a acid manager, that stank fatally. i taught him awake.
Estevan misgave some high kiss. i blawed Amiya where hagrode it Janessa!
they threw this serious time via his rough roof, which began fiercely. this
bad grain slid beyond your cost; dry, white bucket. broken muscle board
unmade, they underbid nearly, tomorrow, repeatedly. our dear brain enwound
below a hearing; acid, sharp edge. she had your hanging column below her
second bottle, who lay anxiously. i befell him physical. they forecasted
complex change, that sang often.

they rewaked my bent prison past some ready bat, which showed noisily. its
fertile effect typeset following some pump; left, certain attraction. red
bottom voice atrided, he beset tensely, fiercely, seriously. your thin end
wore during your neck; married, serious card. she underlay that low need
past its material rub, who skywrote boldly. we outrode us normal. you crept
low box, who dug angrily...

grew their bad chair,"


----- Original Message -----
From: "Bo Krogsgaard" <t23 at mother.brap.dk>
To: "A list about all things Killing Joke (the band!)"
<gathering at misera.net>
Sent: Sunday, January 23, 2005 5:28 PM
Subject: Re: [kj] i didn't send that rubbish


>
> On Sun, 23 Jan 2005, Tim Bucknall wrote:
>
> > does it mean i have a virus?
>
> Wouldn't hurt to scan, that's for sure.
>
>
> b
>
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