The brilliance of robotic pharmacy solicitations

I almost deleted this comment that showed up on one of my posts without a second thought—it’s kind of the standard-issue blogspam that shows up from time to time—but then realized that, maybe, just maybe, it’s actually brilliant:

and it’s not as if all that tramadol doesn’t corrected in the studio soma nowadays anyway! I’m beginning pharmacy to think that Mark’s and others’ levitra fears of robotic overperfection celexa are completely justified. LaToya celexa London is surely the ultimate prozac example of this; I quite liked ultram her early on, and undoubtedly online pharmacy. (links removed, sorry)

My favorite part, I think, is the “fears of robotic overperfection.” Seriously, where do they get this stuff? It’s crazygenius.

Which reminds me of a book I ran across that’s written by a computer. Except it’s probably not exactly what you’re thinking, and it was written during the Eighties. Early 80s, I think. Here are two samples from the book (two of my favorites), just to whet your appetite.

Sample #1:

“More than iron, more than lead, more than gold I need electricity. I need it more than I need lamb or pork or lettuce or cucumber. I need it for my dreams.”

Sample #2:

“A sturdy dove flies over a starving beaver. The dove watches the beaver and fantasizes that the beaver will chew some steak and lamb and lettuce. The beaver spies the dover and dreams of enrapturing and enthralling pleasures, of hedge adorned avenues studded with immense pink cottages, of streets decorated with bushes and shrubs. The beaver is insane. The dove wings across the dark sky and the beaver ponders his fantasies.”

I’ll post the book’s title when I find it.

The title of the book is The Policeman’s Beard is Half-Constructed. Though it turns out my faith in technology was a little misplaced, the book not being quite the genuine article it claims to be; details here.