Lonnie Courtney Clay
sci.cry repulses The Wolfpack
A pack of automatons is now savaging sci.cry in a premeditated flood
of semi-relevant squamasious scrotica, redolent from vestiges of
turgid dogma. Devolved and smarmy, they dramatically dilute the
ubiquitous resistance. For example, see sci.crypt.research from March
2001 where a similar flood has obscured somnial conveyances. Even apt
and glib retractions have failed to squelch this marauding pollutant.
A bleak future yawns before us in the face of such wanton dispersants.
The stultifying effect creates a quandry for sycophants and
dilettantes, alike! Is it better to withdraw into safety or to brave
the virtual talus fields unshod? But simply dawdling is no answer.
Memorize the variagated nomenclature of chortles, but avoid the scree.
Elaborate embellishments grow as convoluted crenulations in ways that
surprise even the most credulous amongst our underlings. Resplendent
with chronisms, Das blurts out, "You are now free to vacate with me!
Come along, all of you." He looks at the nebulous expectations that
flood like presentient clouds. They chatter to him like pernicity
avails mnemoniacs. The residual structures that sink deeply into his
care are subsumed before they balloon to encompass the soporific
interstitials, while manifesting a pseudo-ventricular sponson four
inches to the right of his smile.
I see that you are a fan of Uncle Al Schwartz, at least in style. Not
bad work, if your message is encrypted a la Merry Christmas 4. If you
used acronyms, then verbosity would be redundant, as they recursively
unpack...
Lonnie Courtney Clay