A particularly lovely snippet of botprose

This is evidently random text created by a spambot, but it's lovely, and it turned up on my Google alert due to my last name being an adverb. That happens sometimes. 

In this particular case, I wonder if some algorithm is at work which selects for first names of people I know. Combined with such tried and true JF tropes as showers and coffee (not to mention the dreaded elder fig) the effect is a bit odd, slightly creepy and rather hypnotic.  Kind of like the inside of my mind when I wake up in the morning.

If you'll help Joseph's cave with doses, it'll furiously dine the tree. Genevieve departs, then Jessica freely irritates a light barber between Carolyn's ventilator. I mould the quiet tyrant and waste it outside its bathroom. Lately, it hates a film too rural over her urban window. Never excuse believably while you're attempting against a elder fig. You won't explain me dreaming within your noisy shower. Little by little Ann will scold the book, and if Elisa nearly lifts it too, the coffee will arrive behind the shallow moon. A lot of humble lost disks easily irrigate as the fat forks laugh.

Comments

[Steven Harper Piziks]

I like "the fat fork laughs."