My life, is drastically and tragically beginning to resemble, reflect, spam messages. It's a bit freaky actually, but then I think, it's like when you've never heard a word before, then you learn it, and then you hear it all the time...like quixotic, hummmm that's a strange word, and then slowly everyone everywhere is placing words into sentences that begin and end and contain quixotic. Soooooo maybe because I just now understand things, and have familiarized myself with it...it is just that the spam is starting and ending and containing parts of my life I've only now started to understand. Anyway...as follows...

When we find our money, we'll spend it more sensibly, won't we.
Tiny images move and change there, in liquid crystal.
Strings of beads hung in her hair, and she had kicked off her shoes.
It was hanging in her closet, under a piece of drycleaner's plastic.
A dragon, a living dragon, as her companion for two whole years.
I cannot allow him to pass.
With your tooraloom tooraloom.
Then she realized that the piles were of one continuous cloth, flowing off the top of one stack into the bottom of the next.
Am I not going there. From his left hand dangled Piggy's broken glasses.