I find it intriguing that you and I and Haus must have popped on here virtually simultaneously.
I do need those things, but I'm not hungry either. Before I started feeling ill, we went to a tremendous Chinese new year banquet with a group of people from Shanghai, and now I am feeling quite, well, not in the mood for even a little broth.
Here is a list of oddly poetic subject lines from my spam files.
But the latter, frowning
Frighten dukedom
Connivance
You might transmute
Cerberus
Between
Cry was heard from
Alyssum
Waterbury desire
Pastiche lank
Oh, fool that I
Aristocracy taketh
Vectorial Babyhood
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