I really like this poem, Terri. Despite it being without form nevertheless
the language and rich imagery carries the day. I know deep down this a
metaphor for something but as yet I'm blessed if I can make the connection.
Incidentally I have had a check up and am told I am FFI. Regards Arthur.
----- Original Message -----
From: "alderoak" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Friday, October 04, 2002 8:38 AM
Subject: infections
> my sysop has informed me that if I get one more poetically transmitted
> infection from consorting with your good selves he will block my access to
> computer facilities.
>
> I shan't name names. Either you know who you are or your computer is
> seriously syphilitic and will find out soon enough.
>
> Please can we all be a lot more careful. Make sure you know who you're
with.
> Don't open unexpected attachments any more often than you put your hands
> down a stranger's knickers. And if you know you're the promiscuous type,
> wear a condom. Norton is the gold standard. If you can't afford it, then
> conduct your affairs via a third party such as Hotmail.
>
> Oh , yes, and use plain text as your default for messages as worm eggs
> thrive in html (a bit like toxoplasma gondii in dogshit...)
>
> Terri
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