Roy Marmelstein Spam Poetry

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Carry On - Heath Conant
A masculine surname, most agreeable. I am called Hingst and it is my
nothing. No weapons. You must trust us.
screeching halt. I felt my teeth grating together and forced myself to
pleasant hangings, tapestries of sunshine and floral landscapes.
Your choice, handsome. Give me two days and you can have whatever
I was sure you would say that. Knew that you would carry on
launched into this overamplified and very catchy-if not itchy-number.
tired side.
little better.
Got you! a victorious voice shouted and rough hands grabbed me.

Captain Tremearne - Chet Stella
Maybe, but not too clear. Could have been here once but it is so
But any requests that they pass on are turned down instantly and with
situation I excused myself and went for a jog. Returned sweating
chilled wine. Last time it was you alone at the training-film
companions when they stopped.
Your new associate never saw me. Within the wood is a slab of rock
hormonal, psychological and physical rights. Those who wish to become
Captain Tremearne exited through the open door.
That will be determined very shortly.

House! - Anca Rapp
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.

The Guide - Wardell Cordova
Morning all. Good day for the expedition. Hi and unhappily good-by
assistance that you will require. I shall begin with the circumstances
scientists in white smocks. There was a lot of loyal fist-smacking on
twisted his arm, then ran him into the wall with a satisfactory
were, these two young men were not plotters or planners. Time for a
I dont know. I havent thought about it yet. Something way out and
Up, five, six, flights until the steps ended in a door labeled KROV.
discarded clothing, generally being as obnoxious as possible at this
was manipulating me-did not like me. Perhaps had never liked me and

Move it - Krystal McGuffin
There are charming ladies to talk to, as well as
electric energy. Okay?
there are any women-might very well be on the other side.
Then when I look back I see that the two metal things have vanished.
Humane! What about the prisoner?
You take me Svinjar then you get sword. Move it.
more. That is why your services have been engaged.
myself that armed help could zip down from the orbiting spacer if
A growl was his only response; he completely lacked any sense of
away.
anthropology, which is what attracted me to the civil service in the

Backpack- Cronell Kroger
Just on the other side of the wood there, were as close as we could
be. He hoisted his backpack from his shoulders. Right, he said
excitedly, no magic allowed, strictly speaking, not when were out in

War - Arianne Carrera
If she has to carry the pipe organ on her back. Now let us make some
tell us just what is happening. Okay?
thinking. I kept the momentum going.
shouting at the Admiral about? Something about poison and another
coming this way. I figured that we should let them do the walking
and the bullet thudded into it. A briefcase.
A last door opened and we were in what was obviously a laboratory.
That was the moment to be prepared for.
and twisted figure of his fester, headdress bobbling, laps moist with
That and a lot more. At least I got one bit of negative information